faith unfaded

Today I found myself accused of something I didn’t do. Family, of all people, twisted my motives and made me the villain in a story that wasn’t mine to begin with. Lies were spoken, trust was shattered, and for the first time in a long time, my mind went scorched earth.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to rage. I wanted to burn every bridge I spent years building. I felt betrayed — not just by the ones spreading the rumors, but by the ones who believed them. Nothing cuts deeper than your own blood assuming the worst.

And I’ll be honest: in that moment, I didn’t want to pray. I didn’t want to turn the other cheek. I didn’t want to be the bigger person. I was hurting. I let myself spiral and when the pain became unbearable, I got angry.

But then God whispered what He always does: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay…” (Romans 12:19). My job isn’t to burn it all down — my job is to trust that He sees the truth when others twist it.

People may try to destroy my relationships. They may try to smear my name. But they cannot touch the bond between me and my Savior. They can’t rewrite the story He is writing in me.

So tonight, scorched earth turns into holy ground. Not because I didn’t feel the fire — but because I handed the fire back to God. And He is the only one who can turn ashes into beauty.