I Met Him On The Way Down.

How do you tell a devastating season of growth with gentleness? How do you truly express how one of the worst refining periods became your greatest blessing? I guess you just begin to write and pray the Holy Spirit does the interpreting you struggle to place into intelligible words. So here I go…

I remember a season not too long ago when everything in my life finally felt like it was on track. For the first time, I felt truly healthy, shedding the weight I’d carried since my teens. Our business was thriving, and it seemed like we were finally building the life we had always dreamed about. I felt like I was holding all the pieces together, finally in control.

Then the world shut down, and in a matter of months, everything unraveled. What I thought was stable suddenly became fragile. Looking back, I see it now—control was only an illusion.

Month by month, the pressure mounted. Confusion crept in, and fear settled over me like a shadow. Old wounds I thought I’d overcome resurfaced. Pain became a constant companion. Our business was closing, and what little hope I had left felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

But here’s the profound truth: I met Jesus not in the rise, but on the way down. In the pruning, in the stripping away of all the things I thought made me safe, that’s where I truly found Him. Only then, in those broken-down places, could He lift away the cocoon I’d been hiding in and reveal what I couldn’t see before. The shame. The comparison. The lies I’d told myself. The forgiveness I hadn’t yet offered. Layer by layer, He began peeling it all away.

Oh, lovely, I know it’s hard to hear, but sometimes, on the way down is the only way Jesus can reach us. Down, down, down I went until I hit the bottom. My mind was shattered, my body bruised, and my tears felt endless. And when I was finally ready, He was there—waiting to lift me up, guiding me toward a flicker of light. Slowly, steadily, trust began to build. I would take one step forward, maybe two steps back, but little by little, I drew closer to the light.

With each step, I could feel myself becoming a new creation. Fear tried to bite at my heels, but it didn’t hold the same power over me. In the depths, I’d met Jesus—and in His love, I was being remade, piece by piece, with each step.

And here’s what I know: you become something braver, wiser, stronger on the way up as Jesus climbs out of that pit with you. You will never be the same again.

If you’re feeling broken, weighed down, like you’re losing everything you once held close—please know you’re not alone. I get it. I know the pain, the questioning, the heart-wrenching prayers. But in those deep valleys, when it feels like there’s nowhere left to turn, that’s where Jesus meets us. Not to condemn, but to hold us, to heal what’s been hurting, to strip away what’s not meant for us, and to bring us back to life.

It’s a journey that may feel messy and slow, but each step toward Him brings renewal. So take that next step, even if it’s small, and know He’s right there beside you.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18

Love Sarah x.

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