Beyond the Cupboard Doors

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
— Matthew 11:28 (NIV)


Loneliness brings with it a longing—for conversation, for connection, for someone who will simply listen. Often, we can be surrounded by people and yet feel completely isolated in the room. It’s in those moments that our thoughts tend to take over. A million things swirl through our minds—things we long to say out loud, hoping someone might care enough to hear them.

And so, we begin to ramble to ourselves.

Washing dishes. Sweeping the floor. Folding socks.
The simplest tasks of life become the closest thing to conversation we have. I found myself there—stuffing blankets into the cupboard, talking out loud, letting random thoughts spill into the air, fully aware that no one was listening. My mind jumped from one thought to the next until I suddenly stood still, suspended in a moment that felt detached from reality.

And then, I imagined walking into the fairytale land of Narnia.

Disappearing into the cupboard that stood before me—its presence faint, almost inviting. We often find ourselves dreaming of a place beyond reality, a place that offers escape from everything we carry inside. A world of redemption waiting just beyond the applewood doors. A life untouched by pain, fear, or disappointment.

If only it were that easy.

The weight of real life presses so heavily on our souls that we begin to create a delusion—believing there must be something better, something lighter, somewhere else. Yet, as we journey through this uncharted land of fantasy, we quickly discover that even it is plagued by an eternal winter. Betrayal comes from those closest to us. Innocence is stripped away by deeper magic. And the escape we longed for becomes nothing more than a reflection of our own broken reality.

And then—we see Aslan.

The creator. The redeemer.
The one who transforms this place of escape into a mirror of truth. Suddenly, it becomes clear: the sinner is desperate—for forgiveness, for redemption, for salvation. Desperate for a Savior willing to lay Himself down, taking on every sin of humanity.

I close the applewood doors.
I snap back to reality.

And in that moment, I realize my burdens were never meant to be carried into another world—they were meant to be laid at the altar. His grace is sufficient for me. Always. Every single day of my life.


Lord,
You see the quiet moments—the cupboards, the silence, the words spoken into empty rooms. You see the longing, the exhaustion, the places we wish we could escape from and the places we wish would save us. Help us to remember that true redemption is not found beyond imaginary doors, but at Your feet. Teach us to lay down what is heavy, to stop carrying what was never ours to hold, and to trust that Your grace is enough—right here, in this life, on this day. Amen.

You Are Worthy of One More Day

Lamentations 3:22–23 (NIV)
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

You are worthy of new mercies.
You are worthy of fresh starts.
You are worthy of hope.
And you are worthy of a God who sustains you through even the heaviest nights.

One thing that keeps me going is the start of a brand-new day.
Every night, when I lay my head down and the noise in my mind refuses to quiet, I hold on to this truth: morning is coming, and with it, a fresh start.

Each early morning, when my eyes open to the never-ending sound of the alarm clock and my feet hit the cold hardwood floor, I’m reminded that God saw me worthy enough to give me one more day. One more day to breathe. One more day to try again.

One more day to enjoy a hot cup of coffee as I feel its warmth run through my veins. One more day to love my beautiful children. One more day to love my veteran to the very best of my ability—even when it’s hard. One more day to forgive. And most of all, one more day to worship a Savior who calls me worthy of the life I’ve been given.

If you have a moment today, I encourage you to listen to the song “One More Day” by Sons of Sunday. Let the words settle into your heart as a reminder that every morning is a gift, and every breath is grace.

Do you often wake up feeling like tomorrow will just be another dreaded day? Do you ever count yourself as unworthy or incapable of handling the life you’ve been given? I know that feeling well.

Try to start today as a new day—a day of praise, a day of life, and a day to love, even through the struggle. Tomorrow is never promised, so thank God for giving you one more day today.

What is one small thing you could change to make this day a little more positive?

Some nights are loud. Some days feel heavy. But every morning is mercy—quietly reminding us that we are still here, deeply loved, and that God is not finished with us yet.

Together we take on one more day…

A Message to the Wives Who Carry the Weight of PTSD and Addiction

The weight of a spouse’s addiction is overwhelming for the wife who is trying to hold her family together. The Bible tells us, “the head of every man is Christ, the head of a wife is her husband, and the head of Christ is God” (1 Corinthians 11:3). When a wife of a husband with PTSD is forced to carry the weight of being the head of the home while silently suffering through his addiction, it can feel unmanageable—like it’s draining every ounce of joy left in her body.

But you are not alone. There are wives who share this same pain, who grieve the loss of the love they once knew. War changes people; it robs us of the men we married and forces us to learn how to love again in a new and often painful way. It brings suffering, heartache, and a daily battle that only God can give the strength to endure. Wives, pray for your husbands. Prayer changes things, and I am living proof that God is the only source of true healing in the midst of suffering. As Isaiah 41:10 reminds us: “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”


The Power of Standing Together

No wife should have to face the battles of PTSD alone. When we come together as women who understand the unique challenges of loving and supporting a husband who is struggling, we find strength, healing, and hope in one another. There is power in shared stories and in knowing someone else truly understands the silent cries that often go unheard.

My heart is to be a safe place for the hurting—a listening ear for the voiceless who are carrying the heavy weight of being a PTSD wife. Together, we can lift one another up in prayer, share encouragement, and remind each other that God sees every tear and hears every unspoken cry. Galatians 6:2 tells us, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” We can walk this journey together, trusting that God’s strength is made perfect in our weakness.


Closing Encouragement

If you are a wife walking through the storm of PTSD and addiction, know this: you are not invisible, and your battle is not hopeless. God is your refuge and strength, and He has placed others in your path to walk with you. There is healing in connection, comfort in prayer, and hope when we choose to lift each other up.

Prayer:
Lord, we bring every hurting wife to You today. Be her peace, her strength, and her comfort. Surround her with women who understand her pain and can remind her of Your love. Bring healing to broken marriages and hope to weary hearts. In Jesus’ name, Amen.