In New Wine Wednesday

By Jeannie Ewing


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I don’t see myself as God’s beloved daughter most days. Time and again, I read about His mercy in Scripture, and I believe His word—just not for me. What is the origin of my doubt? Maybe it can be found in my brokenness, fraught with the age-old wrestling God and instigated by human betrayal.

Yes, I’ve been Jacob wrestling with the unknown, dark figure, and I’ve had my share of Judases in my life. Why, then, do I protest His tenderness when He offers me a reprieve in the midst of my doubting desert? All too often my heart’s well has run dry with no life-giving water left.

When others hurt me and I turn to the Source of life, He often responds with silence. And this seeming heart-wrenching rejection leaves me feeling forsaken and lost once again. No, I cannot be His beloved daughter, for He has forgotten me just like old friends who have faded away.

But what if this excruciating silence is really a hidden, paradoxical token of His love? Am I missing the big picture of my life? Yes. It’s not so much that my broken heart repels Jesus. It in fact draws Him all the more to me.

But I am incapable of fully comprehending His love because the barriers I’ve built around my heart are too thick to penetrate. They can only be annihilated by His love, His own wounded heart that shed blood for me. Me.

And annihilated they are. Bit by bit, the light of His mercy creeps through the aching crevices of my crushed spirits. It is not by way of feeling, but instead a certain confident knowing, that I begin to believe that I am cherished. I realize that His silence is not a form of rejection as it’s always been from my human companions. It’s a beckoning, a longing from Jesus for me to lean in more deeply, intimately. I cannot love Him as He loves me without relentlessly pursuing Him.

In order for me to realize that I am His beloved, He must become my Beloved. And this is the endless chase of a love that supersedes human conditions placed upon it—that I seek Him as He pursues me, that I draw myself, press myself against Him and rest in the wounds of His heart. These wounds bear the scars of my own brokenness. And my brokenness makes me all the more loved and cherished by Him.

About the Author:

Jeannie Ewing believes the world focuses too much on superficial happiness and then crumbles when sorrow strikes.  Because life is about more than what makes us feel happy, she writes about the hidden value of suffering and even discovering joy in the midst of grief.  As a disability advocate, Jeannie shares her heart as a mom of two girls with special needs in Navigating Deep Waters: Meditations for Caregivers and is the author of From Grief to Grace: The Journey from Tragedy to TriumphJeannie is a frequent guest on Catholic radio and contributes to several online and print Catholic magazines For more information, please visit her websites or


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  • Annamarie.erba389

    Thank you for sharing. I needed to read every word. Amen

  • Jacqy Weber

    Your words are so meaningful in my life right now. Reading them has given me a beautiful way to start my day.

  • Bob Hillegas

    Loaves and Fish – Sister Simone Campbell

    “I always joked that the miracle of loaves and fish was sharing
    The women always knew this

    But in this moment of media notoriety
    I ache, tremble, almost weep at folks so hungry,
    malnourished, faced with spiritual famine of epic proportions

    My heart aches with their need
    apostle-like, I whine, ‘What are we among so many?’

    The consistent, 2000-year-old, ever-new response is this:
    ’Blessed and broken, you are enough’

    I savor the blessed, cower at the broken, and pray to be enough.”

  • Nancy Gaines

    What a beautiful reflection, one to which so many of us can relate. I know I can. I am learning to know the Spirit of God that dwells in me, united with my spirit, and I am recognizing the voice of God in my life after wondering for so long why I could not hear him. He was right here all the time!

  • Ruth


    Thank YOU!

  • Sarah Damm

    Thank you, Jeannie, for sharing your depth, your honesty, and your hopeful longing for the Lord.

  • Laurie Larson

    I also appreciate your honesty! Thank you for sharing your feelings (like mine) and advice!

  • Peg

    Your gentleness in describing the pain of rejection & abandonment was a welcome salve onto my own wound. It really is through that same brokenness, being at the foot of the cross, where I truly felt He calls me as His own. Thank you for sharing!

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