A psalm of brokenness and restoration. May these words be a sanctuary for your heart today. 
I carry shame for actions, words, and thoughts.
The inability to trust You
still escapes me.
Though doubts and confusion
make me feel so weak,
still You call me worthy—
more than I can believe.
Even in my most broken state,
You still call me daughter.
How can You remain so faithful
when I continually falter?
I often wonder if I am truly chosen,
or destined to a life undone by the world,
when trials shake me to my core—
when I cannot feel Your Presence,
and Your voice seems so distant,
the silence pressing in like stone.
You whisper: You are not defined by misery,
nor by a life without purpose.
The refining fire is painful,
even breaking at times,
yet beyond the surface
a greater work is unfolding.
You stretch the limits of my sight,
so I may see through clouded glass,
bask in surrender’s light,
and drink deeply of living water—
drawn into intimacy with You.
The burden I carry,
the weight of my heart,
is being woven into a tapestry,
a work of art.
You are preparing me.
In the stillness, You mold and shape me,
making room for my story
that will propel me forward—
not perfection, but mercy,
a blessing that lingers in the lives of others.
My testimony will no longer be bound by pain.
For when I walk in my calling,
a lioness will rise forward
to guard the hallowed ground with reverence.
Your strength will be my armor.
Your power will be my shield.
Not perfection, but grace.
And in You, I am made whole.
—
© Tina Unsell 2025 All Rights Reserved.
There are moments when weakness feels louder than faith, yet I have found a deeper truth: even in my frailty, His love calls me His. What seemed like breaking has become shaping, and grace has carried me into wholeness.
Do you hear that same love naming you, even in your own fragile places?
~ Tina 
