What I Thought Restoration Meant (Part 3)

I’ve spent a lot of time trying to make sense of what happened.
Of what I believed.
Of what I thought God was doing.

And if I’m honest—
a lot of my confusion has come down to one word:

restoration.

Time is helping me reframe the confusion.
It is helping heal the open wounds.

It has given words to the pain I still carry—
and the lessons you were teaching.
The lessons you are still teaching.

You whispered something to my heart at the Andrew Peterson concert.

All this time, I thought it was about restoring my marriage…
restoring that marriage.

But it wasn’t about that.
At all.

You were teaching me who you are.
You were sitting in the mess of it with me.
You were there in the rubble.

You were teaching me that you are a God of restoration.

Maybe you were saying—

Nikol—this is devastating.
And you need to know, in the hour of devastation, that I am a God of restoration.

That among the ashes, I can bring dry bones to life.
I can bring healing and blessing that surpass the destruction.
I can make everything beautiful in its time — even this.

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I can do that in anyone and with anything —
but more importantly,

I can do that in you. 

Miss Part 1 & 2? Here ya go:

Part 1: The Verse I Don’t Know What To Do With Because Nothing Changed
Part 2: If You Were Fighting For Me… What Were You Fighting For?