3 Things I’ve Learned about Pain

Pain is no fun… like absolutely none at all. It is excruciating and unpredictable… The last four months have been filled with pain that I’ve never known before and they have taught me a lot about what pain is, what it isn’t and how to cope.

I know I can’t be the only person who has been betrayed, broken, and bruised. If you have been in a painful place or are now, I hope these three things I have learned will help you through this season!

Pain is unpredictable

If you had told me six months ago that I would be in this place of pain, I would have probably laughed. The pain that I am feeling is the direct result of being betrayed by the person I trusted the most. I knew they would have never hurt me, but somehow they did.

I would have told you that there was absolutely no possible way that this person would break my heart and I would have been wrong.

The truth is that pain comes without warning.. It’s unpredictable, unpreventable and undeniable. And so… the pain comes when we least expect it and it shatters everything that we thought we knew. Crushes it right to the core..

In painful seasons all we can do is cling to verses like

 “I have told you these things so that in Me you may have peace. You will have suffering in this world. Be courageous! I have conquered the world.” John 16:33

Pain makes it hard to pray…

The first month after realizing I had been betrayed it was so hard to pray about it. God had a purpose and I knew he would get me through it but I wasn’t ready to let him..

I was mad…I was hurting.. I was crying.. I was shaking.. I was numb..

I wasn’t okay by any stretch of the imagination. I remember saying things like “I know God has a plan and that he is going to work this out for my good.” but in my heart I wasn’t so sure.

There was nothing I could do to fix it and that was okay.

God gave me my time… He held me when I didn’t know what to pray and he waited for me to be ready for healing. Eventually that day came… It wasn’t overnight.. It was more than a month after the pain started and I finally found myself in that place.. I found myself saying “Lord heal me from the hurt they caused.” and he began to heal me… but that took time too! It was another two months after that until I was finally able to choose to forgive the people who had hurt me.. and I’m sure it will be another few months or years before I am completely healed because….

 Pain is a process…

When you have been hurt deeply and pain becomes such a big part of your heart, it is a process to get to the other side..

There is no right answer.. there is no ten step program to quicken your healing process. There is only Jesus. The process is long and unsteady, but Jesus is stable and secure throughout the journey.


Each time I found myself saying “God I’m not okay.” I would hear him whisper “I know baby, but you will be.. I’ll hold you until you are.” and he did.. and he does.. and he will until it’s over. He will give me a word to get me through… a friend to hug me when it hurts..  a light to shine into the darkness… a hope when I feel hopeless.


Pain will affect us all at some point in our lives because we live in a sinful world. People fail us… family members die… jobs are lost… husbands leave.. children run..  and hurt enters in each time..

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If you are going through a painful season, I’m so sorry! I wish I could give you a big hug and tell you I know how you feel.. I wish I could tell you that it is all going to be okay.. All I can really do is tell you that Jesus won’t abandon you here. This is not the end of your story.. walk with him.. Let yourself feel the things you feel, hurt the way you do, and let him carry you to the other side.

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Following the God of Promise

God is a God of promise. The Bible is filled with promises from our Father. The thing about following a God of promise… it requires faith. Today I was reading in the book of Genesis about Abram, later known as Abraham. Now there is someone who God made a promise to… and a pretty big one. But Abram didn’t see the fruits of that promise for YEARS!

Genesis 12:1-4

” The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you. I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great and you will be a blessing.  I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.” So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he set out from Harran.

Can we just take a minute to talk about the fact that God told Abram to leave basically everything he had ever known, to go into a land he had not yet seen? God said go to the land I WILL SHOW you… WILL SHOW.. Future tense y’all.

Then the God of promises gives Abram a promise.

And Abram went… He left everything he knew to follow God into the unknown trusting in a promise he could not yet see.

We all love promises right? I mean I want to take hold of the promises God has for me… 100% but am I really truly brave enough to leave everything I know to go after promises I cannot tangibly see??

I want to be.. I want to have that kind of faith. What made Abram able to walk out in that kind of faith? He was just a person like you and me. But God stayed close to him. In each new place, God spoke to Abram. God was constantly speaking to him and giving him the words he needed to step out in faith.

What is your promise from God? What is your faith walk? Today take some time to listen to the God of promises. Maybe he wants to speak a new promise over you, or maybe he just wants to reignite a promise in you from long ago. Either way, he is ready to speak over you and walk through each step with you.

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Grace for Tough Seasons

Some seasons in life are harder than others. Sometimes I feel like I’m broken… Something is wrong with me.. I need a reset. Because in this season I missed it somewhere.
But then there’s Jesus. He tells me I haven’t missed it. The ship didn’t sail… I didn’t miss the mark.

Because see there’s this grace that exudes from the hands of Jesus. This grace knew I’d be in this season and that I’d feel broken… and it gently carries me above the rising waters.

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He knew I’d have this season. He knew that in this season I wouldn’t be able to carry myself through. But he knew that in this season he would get the chance to tell me something new… to show me something I desperately need to see, grace…

So in the hard seasons of life I’ll raise my white flag and lay down my pride and pick up the grace of my sweet Jesus.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christʼs power may rest on me.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12:9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

*During hard seasons it can be hard to keep our heads above water. My Fifteen Day Devotional: Habakkuk… Embracing the Journey Through Seasons of Pain and Confusion helped me so much through the hardest season of my life. You can grab your copy here!

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He is the God who sees me.. the REAL me..

Some days I think I’m doing pretty good with this whole Christian life thing.

Prayed  today ✅

Loved my neighbor as myself ✅

Encouraged someone✅

Read my Bible✅

Others days are more like yesterday.

Forgot to pray 👎

Lost my cool on someone 👎

Ran out of time for quiet time 👎

Those days make me feel real good about myself. And the award for Most Devoted Follower goes to… not me.

I know I’m not alone. The enemy has a way of tricking us into a good verses bad mentality.

On days when I feel less than, God reminds me of his heart for me. He reminds me that the cross covers my good days and my bad ones.

He reminds me that no one is righteous and that even my good days don’t measure up.

He reminds me that the cross covers my humanity and that salvation covers it all.

My favorite thing he reminds me is that he is the God who sees me.. like REALLY sees me. The ugly, gross insides of me that I try not to see myself. He sees it all, but doesn’t define me by it. He sees the intricate parts of me and says “I love you so much.”

He reminds me each time that He sees me and that he’s got me. He encourages me with kindness and love to run towards him in my weakness.

And so, on days like yesterday, I’m encouraged and loved by the God who sees me and loves me the same. I’m encouraged to continue the race. I’m encouraged to stand on truth instead of feelings…and I stand on the finished work of the cross.

He sees us… he loves us… each part of us.. even the parts we deem unlovable. So today,  whether we are “good” or “bad,” we will run towards the God who sees us.

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~Jordan is a lover of Jesus.. her husband… laughter.. and sweet and creamy coffee.. She spends her days teaching littles and loving women through Beautifully Broken Ministries.

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When the Wrong Words Come Out…

Happy Wednesday! It’s the middle of the week and that is so exciting. Today we at Truth Unplugged are so excited about our guest blogger, Becky Kopitzke. I met Becky this summer at She Speaks and she was such a ray of sunshine! Her transparency and humor make the awkward  topics a little less awkward and a little more doable. I hope you enjoy her post!

“Mommy, show me your boobie!”

“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up. “Show you my what?”

My three-year-old dashed from the playroom to where I sat in a kitchen chair. “Your boobie! On your arm!”

“Ohhh—you mean my boo-boo. Ok, sure.” I pushed up my t-shirt sleeve, revealing a teddy bear band-aid from the doctor’s office, where an hour earlier my daughters and I had gotten stuck with our annual flu shots.

“Yes, Mommy, I want to see your boo-boo. Look, you got a green band-aid just like me!”

“I sure did! We were brave!” And your mother is so relieved you were talking about her arm.

A natural mistake for a child, right? Boo-boo, boo-bee—easy to mix up a vowel sound here and there, no big deal.

But she got me thinking. Sometimes I pick the wrong words, too. Difference is—I know better.

Words like these.

I said put your FREAKING shoes on, now!

I am so tired of this CRAP!

DANGITALL, doesn’t anybody listen to me around here?! Aaaaaagh!!!

Oops. Occasionally I wrestle a bit with self-control. Do you? Frustration bubbles up and spills out my mouth, through grinding teeth and under fiery dragon breath. I don’t necessarily roar at full volume, I mean, I do have some godly discretion (see this halo on my head?). Often I’m just grumbling to myself.

But even if I only think the nasty words and never give them a voice, they’re still a symptom of some ailment brewing deeper than my throat. It’s my heart that needs the check-up.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it,” (Proverbs 4:23).

What does it mean to guard your heart? I used to believe this meant building walls of discipline around it, stacking prayers and memorized scripture like bricks, one on top of another until I’d constructed a pious barrier from which raw emotions could nev-ah escape, mwuahahaha.

But it turns out the wall wasn’t bulletproof. I’d get hit with a bad day or a surge of unruly hormones, and those bricks cracked and crumbled, leaving me exposed, cranky, and suddenly inflicted with a colorful vocabulary.

Slowly now, I’m discovering a more authentic definition. Perhaps, to “guard your heart” means to tend it, watch over it, nurture it. To let it thrive and not suffocate.

It means acknowledging the raw emotions as part of who and whose I am, even in my ugliest moments.

I am a child of God. My heart belongs to him.

So. This is usually the part of the story where the blogger invites you to clean up your act, tame your tongue, rise above the temptation of sin. True, the Bible is full of verses on why we shouldn’t shout “crap” in front of our kids, and I’m in total support of them.

But today, I want to remind you what else the Bible says.


“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God,” (Ephesians 3:16–19, emphasis added).

We’re all going to mess up. We’re all going to have days when emotions scramble to the surface and spew out the wrong pipe. But don’t define yourself by them. Recognize that you are human, you are trying, and God loves you through it all.

He isn’t just helping you guard your heart. He’s living within it.

Heaven knows I need to remember that. You, too?

Let’s do it together. Show me your boo-boos and I’ll show you mine.

Join me every week for a new devotion at beckykopitzke.com. I can’t wait to meet you there.



Becky Kopitzke is the author of The SuperMom Myth: Conquering the Dirty Villains of Motherhood (Shiloh Run Press), and founder of The Cranky Mom Fix. As a writer, speaker, mentor, dreamer, believer, lunch packer and recovering perfectionist, Becky believes parenting is one of God’s greatest tools for building our faith, character, and strength—and it’s not always pretty. On her devotional blog, beckykopitzke.com, she offers weekly encouragement for fellow imperfect moms, pointing our weaknesses, blessings, and victories to God.

Becky lives messily ever after with her loving husband and their two young daughters in northeast Wisconsin, where a pink indoor trampoline fills half the once formal living room.

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Trusting God for the Small Things..

I am a big dreamer kind of gal… the bigger the better. Impossible? No Way! Unrealistic? Who Cares?

I like to believe God for big things and I am constantly asking him to do big things… to move mountains.. part red seas.. burn a bush without actually burning it kind of things.

But tonight, as I ponder the chaos that surrounds my daily circumstances I find myself asking God “Why?”

“Why is it so hard for me to get up on time?”

“Why is it so hard to get the house put in order?”

“Why is it so hard to do the little day in and day out things?”

His response was “You trust me to do the big things, but you don’t trust me to do the small things.”

That can’t be right..

But then he said, “Jordan, you KNOW you need me for the big things… the out of reach things.. the impossible things.. so you have to entrust them to me… But with the small things, you can manage on your own, so instead of entrusting EACH tiny task into my hands, you try to carry them on your own and they weigh you down.”


It makes sense though doesn’t it? Isn’t it so easy to get wrapped up trying to do all of our small tasks, instead of entrusting those small tasks to Jesus?

Proverbs 16:25 NIV says “There is a way that appears to be right, but in the end it leads to death.”

Taking care of the small things appears to be right sometimes. I can take care of the house… I can get up on time.. I can cook the supper and do the dishes.. I can wash the clothes and get everyone ready for tomorrow..

I can manage… Really, I can..

Until I can’t… and then I’m filled with feelings of shame… rejection.. failure.. something in my spirit seems to die when I try to do it all on
my own.

And so… I’m realizing I need Jesus.. not just
for the big, move the mountain dreams, but for the small, messy, ordinary things.

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And maybe, just maybe, when I give him the little things, I will see him work all of the things out for my good.





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That Time We Made a Wrong Turn…

Today a couple of my friends and I were driving home from Propel Women in Jackson, Mississippi.. We knew the route home.. We knew our final destination… but somewhere along the way we found ourselves way of track. We had been driving for a hot minute in the wrong direction. Somewhere along our trip, we must have taken a wrong turn.

Baffled and completely off course we found ourselves asking:  How did we end up here?

Along that wrong turn, there was a gas station. It wasn’t the most elaborate gas station… it was quite the opposite actually.. But in this place that was a little weird and a lot uncomfortable, God began to speak to all four of us in big ways.

He began to work in the middle of our wrong turn.

It made us realize that what we thought was a wrong turn, God knew was a necessary turn.

He had the wrong turn worked out to teach us fullsizerender
and grow us towards him.

We absolutely were supposed to stop in that sketchy little place somewhere on a side road in Mississippi.

And the Holy Spirit began to speak…

“Jordan, sometimes a wrong turn can lead to the right place.”

In life I like to have a plan, I think if we are honest we all do to some degree. When we find ourselves in a situation or season that is a little weird and uncomfortable, we begin to wonder how we made a wrong turn.. Where did we go wrong?? Which road led us here??

But the truth is, God determines every step. Nothing is an accident with God. He is a God of intentionality.

Proverbs 16:9 says “The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps.”

Embrace the steps in the journey..The weird steps.. The sad steps.. The hard steps.. The good steps.. Because in each of these steps,  God is bringing us closer to Jesus.



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To the little boy who wrecked my heart…

To the little boy who wrecked my heart….

Thank you for teaching me how to be silly… your giggles make me smile so big.

Thank you for teaching me to embrace the crazy.. that’s where all the fun happens.

Thank you for teaching me that the mess is really just a picture of the moments.. the moments that make us laugh too loud and play too hard.

Thank you for teaching me it’s okay to make mistakes… everybody makes mistakes sometimes.

Thank you for teaching me how to forgive… even when the hurt runs deep.

Thank you for teaching me how to give to others… your heart is the biggest.

Thank you for teaching me to dream crazy dreams.. I hope one day you get to go to Alaska and ride a dog sled.. maybe I can go too!

Thank you for teaching me how to pray simple prayers…and that prayers don’t always have to be fancy.

But most of all,

Thank you for teaching me how to love when it hurts…

how to love unconditionally and unreasonably…

how to love with open arms and an open heart.

Thank you for wrecking my heart in the most beautiful way.

~I will forever be wrecked by you~

Mommy Jordan

~I dedicate this post to moms everywhere.. May the crazy moments be forever etched into your heart, and may your son wreck your heart in the most beautiful way.



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Your Praise will Ever Be…

Tonight His praise will ever be on my lips..

Not because of what he can give me..

Not because of what he can do for me..

But because of who he is.

He is good even when our circumstances are not. He is faithful when we are not.. and he is love when we feel unlovable..

And so His praise will ever be on my lips

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