The Sadness That Leads Us Home

THE SADNESS THAT LEADS US HOME

Tonight, as the world settles into the warmth of Christmas night and many gather with their families, children, and grandchildren, my heart is also drawn to the ones who sit quietly in the shadows of this day. Some are alone, some are grieving the loss of a spouse, some feel the heaviness of loneliness, sadness, or the weight of a silent battle no one else sees. I want you to know that you are not overlooked and you are not forgotten. Not by me, and not by the Kingdom of Heaven.

Sadness is something every one of us carries, whether we speak it aloud or bury it in places we hope no one will ever touch. We may never forget the things that were done to us, the betrayals that broke us, the losses that carved themselves into our memory. The people who wounded us may fade from our lives, but their fingerprints often remain on the tender places of our heart. Yet even in this, there is a strange and holy mercy, because every sorrow that tried to destroy us has quietly been forging a path that leads straight to the cross. Our sadness becomes the very thing that turns our face back toward the One who never wounded us, the One who never lied to us, the One who never walked away.

There are moments when sadness hits like a wave, and it feels like more than flesh and bone can bear. In those moments the remnant must remember that the King wastes nothing. Not a tear, not a disappointment, not a shattered hope. He gathers it all. He uses it all. He shapes us with it until we become something we never could have been without the breaking. These wounds that we carry become the entry points for His glory. These cracks in our heart become the places where His light pours through. This is why the enemy tries so hard to break you. He knows what you will become if you survive it. And you will survive it, because He who holds you has already overcome the world.

Sadness is not proof that we have failed. It is proof that we have lived, that we have loved, that we have endured the weight of being human in a world that groans under the ache of its own rebellion. The remnant knows this ache well. We feel deeply. We discern strongly. We carry burdens that others cannot see. But even this is part of our calling because it teaches us to lean into Yeshua with a desperation that pride could never produce. When sadness rises, it reminds us of our need. It reminds us that every earthly disappointment pushes us toward a heavenly fulfillment. It reminds us that the cross is not just where He died for us, it is where we lay down everything that has died within us.

So if you are grieving tonight, do not silence it. Let it speak. Let it tell you where the broken places are and then let Yeshua place His hands upon them. You may never forget the story that wounded you, but the King will rewrite the ending. What the enemy meant to bury you, Heaven will use to awaken you. What sadness tried to take from you, the cross will return to you redeemed. And one day you will look back and realize that every tear, every ache, every night you thought would never end was actually guiding your feet toward the very place where your healing was waiting.

Remnant, hold nothing back from Him. Even your sadness belongs to the King.

General of The End Time Remnant 🌹