When the Battle Is Over but the War Lingers

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” — Exodus 14:14

Is the most difficult part to bear in the midst of the battle, or the silent mental prison that lingers behind? Undoubtedly, it is the aftermath—the chaos, the battle, the struggle, in whatever form it arises. It’s the adrenaline in the moment, the anxiety, the blood boiling, the heavy silence that overtakes every ounce of your being as you whisper, this is not my battle… this is not my battle.

Let’s be honest—it is incredibly difficult to exercise full surrender in the hellish heat of the battle. Every part of our body is screaming to enter fight mode. We want to defend ourselves, lash out, say the harsh words we don’t mean… or maybe the ones we do. Raise our voices louder than we should, sometimes even scream in the face of the one we love most, just to cover the pain.

But it is the self-control and complete confidence we find in our glorious Maker that tames the flesh-driven spirit inside of us. Getting through these battles by allowing God to fight them—that is what makes a true overcomer. There is a quiet sense of victory that follows, a moment where we rest in His peace and hear Him whisper, well done, my child.

The Holy Spirit living within us is what keeps the fight under submission. He restrains what our flesh longs to release. Flight mode, on the other hand, can sometimes get the best of us in the moment. While retreat may feel safer and often produces less immediate damage than fight, it can still carry lasting consequences once the heat dies down. Running doesn’t heal the wound—it only delays the reckoning. Only surrender allows God to fully step in and restore what the battle tried to destroy.

Then… the aftermath comes.
If you’ve been there, you know.

The overwhelming feeling of failure. The self-doubt. The belief that everything that transpired is somehow your fault. It feels like a million demons chasing you as you push through heavy brush, desperately trying to make it to the feet of the Father. The thoughts. The emotions. Or maybe the absence of emotion—which can be an even darker place to sit.

This season feels endless, like a million days rolled into one. We bathe in it, suffer in it, and somehow—only by the grace of God—we function in it. Every single day in this lonely place, we put on a smile and face the world with strength that comes only from our Maker.

Through my belief in the power of Jesus, I have seen time and time again that this place is only a season. Resting in the truth that He will work even this for our good is what carries us through. That belief clears the path through the heavy brush, makes the demons flee, and opens the way to the feet of the Almighty.

That is where we should always strive to be—at the feet of Jesus.

Keeping faith and holding tightly to God’s promises is what brings us through the battles. It carries us through the moments when we feel like our worst selves, reminding us that through Him, we can become the best version of ourselves—regardless of the circumstances. When we listen to that quiet whisper, this is not my battle, we invite God onto the scene to fight for us, and we allow ourselves to rest in His arms through the silent mental war that always follows the storm.

Prayer

Father God,
In the heat of the battle and in the silence that follows, remind us that this is not ours to carry alone. When every part of our body is screaming to fight or run, help us to be still and trust You to move. Quiet our minds, guard our words, and tame the storm inside us with Your Spirit. When the aftermath feels heavy, and the mental weight tries to pull us under, lead us back to Your feet. Fill our lungs with breath, our hearts with peace, and our souls with the assurance that You are fighting for us. Teach us to surrender—not out of weakness, but out of trust. We lay it all down and rest in You.
Amen.

Depths of the Sea

If I make my bed in the depths, You are there.”
— Psalm 139:8 (NIV)

That feeling. That thought. That deep emotion that instantly takes you to your secret place.

The place you go to escape — to not exist, to not feel. The place you only visit in desperate moments, when reality feels heavy, hopeless, breathless. A place that somehow feels both lifeless and powerful as you control each breath, taking in the oxygen your body so desperately craves.

It’s like sitting at the bottom of a vast body of water, drowning out everything in existence except the steady rhythm of your own breathing. Time freezes. The noise you’re escaping slowly fades into the distance while you soak in the silence, the darkness, the serenity of nothingness.

As the oxygen begins to dissipate, everything in you longs to stay there — alone, silent, suspended, lifeless.

Then, in a single moment, comes the gasp. Fresh air floods your lungs. Life rushes back in. Reality hits like a brick.

And it’s in that moment you realize something powerful: you were still in control of your chaos.

That brief glimpse of nothingness — the stillness you longed for — was given for only a moment. And as your lungs refill, you’re reminded of the gift of life… the miracle of breath.

It is in moments like this that I truly appreciate life. The awareness that tomorrow is never promised. The understanding that my time here on earth rests fully in the hands of my Master.

These moments bring clarity — a deep appreciation for breath, for choice, for life itself. Even in the darkest places, God’s mercy and grace never fail. They sustain me. They call me to choose Him. To choose life in the chaos.

And even when it feels like there is no way forward — only the deep darkness of a silent sea — He walks with me through every weary step of my journey. Even in the deepest, darkest waters.

One of my go-to encouragement songs says:

“And I’ll testify of the battles You’ve won,
How You were my portion when there wasn’t enough.
And I’ll testify of the seas that we’ve crossed,
The waters You parted, the waves that I’ve walked.”

In my deepest moments of desperation — at the bottom of what feels like an endless sea — God parts the waters. He gives breath to my lungs and strength to walk the waves once again.

It is only through complete surrender that I release control and hand my battles over to Him.

You will face battles. You will suffer moments of desperation. You may even feel as though your time on this earth should end.

Let this be your reminder: breathe. Just breathe.

There is a God who sees you, hears you, and fights for you. A God who parts waters, restores breath, and gives strength to rise again. Even when you feel buried in the depths of the sea, He fills your lungs and leads you back to the surface.

Put your faith in Him.
Allow Him to be your breath.

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…

The Wives I Cannot See

You Are Not Alone in the Quiet Battle

While sipping my morning coffee and soaking in the small pocket of quiet before the chaos of the day begins, I found myself carrying a deep burden for the wives of soldiers and veterans living with PTSD. How many are out there silently suffering—lonely, weary, and desperately needing to know they are not alone in this battle?

I wish I could reach each and every one of them. I wish I could share a piece of my story, offer even a glimpse of hope, and gently remind them that they are seen and not forgotten. My heart longs to build a community of wives who fight for one another, pray for one another, and create a safe space rooted in compassion, understanding, and trust.

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

You are not alone. And you never have to walk this road by yourself.

Longing for Home

As I sit here in the chaos of life… love… and marriage, my mind drifts back to the past. I lived a life of deep fulfillment as a child—truly the best life. A life any child would long for. I was raised by the most loving Christian parents, in a small town, living a country life on a farm at the end of a long gravel drive.

I lived carefree, spending my days outdoors—swimming in the pond, walking through the woods to the waterfall that became my place of serenity. Winters were warm and comforting, centered around a massive fireplace. I would nestle under a blanket my mom had warmed by the fire, hot cocoa in hand after long days of sledding, snowball fights, ice skating on the pond, and hours of fort building. While some people dreaded the cold, dreary winters, they held some of the happiest days of my life.

Home cooking, gardening, and sitting on the porch swing breaking beans and shucking corn with my mom, grandma, and older sister brought such joy to my heart. And the clubhouses in the barn lofts—oh, the hours spent outdoors making memories that truly last a lifetime. When I think of happiness, I think of home. Home is where my heart is. It’s not just a place—it’s a feeling. A deep sense of belonging. A love so secure it felt like the safest place on earth.

Marriage should feel like home. It should be the one place where you feel safe, secure, loved, seen, and heard. Home has no boundaries—it welcomes you back no matter the distance traveled or the mistakes made along the way. But often, relationships are built on fragile foundations or endure so much trauma and heartache that “home” begins to feel unreachable.

This is the quiet reality many PTSD wives live with—long years of suffering alongside the one who once was your home. We find ourselves longing for home again, yearning for that place where we feel secure, loved, connected, seen, and safe. Do you ever feel that ache? That deep longing for a conversation, intimacy, or simply the warmth of being wrapped in a blanket by that childhood fireplace?

You are not alone. This is a place many PTSD wives find themselves—a lonely place that, in our most desperate moments, can only be filled by our Heavenly Father. In those moments, let God be your dwelling place—your “home.” When the earthly home you long for feels distant or broken, He remains constant, steady, and near. His presence becomes the refuge where your heart can rest, where you are seen, known, and held, even when everything else feels uncertain.

My desire is to help bridge the gap between your loneliness and home. To be an ear that listens and a voice of encouragement when it is needed most.

How do you navigate the longing for “home”? Do you wish you had a support group of wives walking the same road to help ease the silent suffering? Share in the comments—what do you struggle with most?

“Lord, You have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.”
— Psalm 90:1

When Loneliness is Loud

You know those moments—hours, days, or even weeks—when the noise in your mind keeps you from just about everything you should be doing, praying, or even thinking? I often find myself whispering, “Silence the noise in my mind, Lord… please silence the noise in my mind.” All I really want is complete stillness. Maybe—just maybe—in that silence I could hear the small, sweet voice of my God in the middle of chaos and desperation.

The enemy loves to use loneliness as a tool. He uses it to make you feel like you are the only person on this entire planet who feels the way you do, who suffers the way you do. But when I lay my head down at night, God gives a peace that is indescribable and gently reminds me that I am not alone. I know that somewhere out there are hundreds, thousands—maybe even hundreds of thousands—of PTSD wives who feel alone, defeated, and abandoned.

We were not created for loneliness; we were created for companionship. A companionship meant to last a lifetime—one that grows deeper with love as each day passes. If you are a PTSD wife, you know your marriage has been robbed of the “happily ever after” you dreamed of as a little girl. It suffers in ways only those who have lived it can understand. It brings a loneliness into our lives that we never imagined possible. And when that companionship slips further and further away, we can become lost in the loneliness and begin to lose hope in the promises we were once given.

That is why I created this blog—not only to bring hope to those who are hurting, but to remind you that you are not alone. This is a safe place to share your thoughts, your hurts, and your heart. A place to connect with a community of sisters who truly understand—without judgment. Please don’t be afraid to comment, vent, ask questions, or even share a prayer request.

We are in this together.

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

Grieving the Memories

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3

Grief is not always suffered from the loss of someone you love dearly or hold close to your heart.
Often, grief simply comes from the loss of something you once had. Memories are all around us and are brought to mind through simple things — a song once shared, a familiar smell that can never be forgotten, or even a single word that brings back a moment in time you hold dear.

For me, the deepest pain comes from living in the midst of what is grieved the most — the small, intimate moments, the touch, the security, the simplicity of being fully present in a moment where nothing else existed except the memory being created. Over the years, those memories intertwine with pain and trauma, with doubt and sorrow, until you begin to lose yourself in the scramble of what was and what is.

Those sweet memories are swallowed up by this thing we call life — or perhaps, the sins of the world. It steals the minds of those we hold close, whispers lies of defeat, and slowly turns memories into grief — a slow, painful grief that feels like an open wound that never heals. Every scab is a small glimpse of hope for what once was, knowing deep down it may never be again.

The silent suffering… every PTSD wife has felt this grief — longing for moments of the past and hoping for their return in the future. The despair cries out for even one more moment as it was, one more memory of what it should be. The quiet nights awake in silence turn into utter loneliness that leaves you clinging to God for that last bit of hope — the hope that brings comfort and peace.

When we grieve, we grieve not for a life that was lost, but for the love that once was.

As we grieve the memories of what once was, let us cling to God for what is to come. He has a love that surpasses all understanding. This worldly love we so desire to mend can become an overwhelming, perfect love in His presence. Fix your mind upon God in the loneliness of life. Allow Him to heal the wound that feels as if it can never heal. Pray for the love you once had to return — for God can move in mighty, unthinkable ways when we surrender our silent suffering and allow Him to fight our battles.

Strength for the Weary Warrior

When the wages of war get heavy, you will often find yourself lost in the loneliness of the battlefield. If you silently remain there for too long, it becomes a dangerous place—a dark place—where the enemy creeps into the silence to destroy what you have worked so desperately to sustain.

It is in those moments that the small whispers of defeat grow louder—reminders of your failures, fears of your inadequacies, and worries about not possessing the strength to face another day. These thoughts strike when you are at your weakest.

And yet, it is in these very moments that you must gather what strength you have left to employ your most powerful weapon: prayer.

Your weakest prayers—those uttered from a place of complete desperation—are not ignored; they are heard, treasured, and cherished by your Heavenly Father. He longs to protect you from the evil one.

In the darkest moments of your marriage, you must prioritize your spiritual well-being—not only to guard your own heart but to shield your family from the lies of the enemy. This is how you claim victory over your life, over your marriage, and over your home. This is how you find the strength to pray fervently, even when it feels like you have nothing left to give.

The Bible tells us:

“Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.” (Ephesians 5:15-16)

Wives, we are warned in the living Word of God that our days on this earth are filled with evil. Every single day you will face battles against an enemy who wants to destroy your marriage, your faith, and your peace. That’s why, each day, you must make choices rooted deeply in faith—choices that put God first, then your spouse.

Your decision to stand in faith in the loneliest places—when no one else sees, when no one else knows—may be the very thing that brings hope, healing, and victory to your marriage.

There is Victory in the Name Jesus

There are moments in this life where the weight of spiritual warfare feels unbearable. I find myself paralyzed—not by what I see, but by the invisible war waged in my mind and spirit. It’s as if the enemy is constantly whispering lies of defeat into my ears. Without even realizing it, I begin to spiral—drawn into a pit of sorrow, pain, and overwhelming exhaustion. My heart races, my palms grow sweaty, and I close my eyes, taking deep breaths, wondering how I ended up in such a battle.

But even in that silence… the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit breaks through. And He reminds me who I am.
I am loved.
I am worthy.
I am treasured.
I am enough.

In that holy moment, I rise up and begin to declare victory over my life, my marriage, and my children. I remember that through faith in Jesus Christ, I hold the key to every victory. “The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but the victory belongs to the Lord” (Proverbs 21:31).

Ladies, hear me: you do not fight this battle alone.

When you step into the war for your marriage, your family, your peace—you’re entering a spiritual battlefield. And unless you’re prepared, the lies of the enemy will leave you paralyzed. But God is calling you to rise up. Prepare your horse. Put on your armor. Don’t let the pain of today keep you from the promise of tomorrow.

No matter how weary or broken you feel, seek the Lord. Stay steadfast in prayer. Immerse yourself in God’s Word. Set your mind and heart on the One who fights for you. Yes, some days it feels like you have no strength left to even pick up the saddle—but it is your faith that will carry you through. It is your faith that places the blood of Jesus over the doorway of your home. It is your faith that will break chains and set your husband free.

You may feel outnumbered. You may feel unseen. But let me assure you, heaven sees you. God is with you. And the victory is already won.

As the Bible tells us:

“Our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.” (Ephesians 6:12)

So today, I challenge you—reject the lies of the enemy and rise up in truth.
Declare victory over your life, your husband, and your marriage.
This battle is not yours—it belongs to the Lord.
And through Him… you will see a VICTORY.

When the Battle Is Over: A Devotion for the Wife of a PTSD Warrior

When the battlefield goes silent, a new war begins—the battle of the mind. Your husband is forever changed. Your marriage is forever changed. And so are you.

They say time heals all wounds, but if I’m being honest, time has only carved out deeper ones. I’ve learned that true healing—lasting, soul-deep healing—can only come from God. Life as the wife of someone with PTSD is a silent suffering that only fellow survivors can truly understand. It’s waking up every morning, putting on a brave face, pouring yourself out in hopes of bringing light into the darkness that now lives in your home.

And yet, what our husbands need most is not our strength, our solutions, or even our smiles. What they need is our consistent, unfailing love—a love that chooses them again and again, even in the hardest, darkest moments. I know how exhausting that love can be. I know the minefield you walk daily, unsure what might trigger an explosion of anger, silence, or shame. Addiction. Isolation. Bitterness. A deep sense of unworthiness. I’ve seen it. I live it.

More than anything, I long to see the man I love rise from the ashes. So many days feel like grief—grieving the man he once was, while watching the shell of who he’s become slowly fade. But friend, this is where God steps in.

This is the place where ashes turn into beauty.

God sees you. He sees your heartbreak, your loyalty, your hope that flickers even on the dimmest days. Isaiah 61:3 reminds us that He will bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. Through your steadfast faith, through your tears and prayers, God is working—even when you can’t see it.

Wife of a warrior, this battle isn’t yours to win. “Do not be afraid or discouraged… For the battle is not yours, but God’s.” (2 Chronicles 20:15)

So today, press into His Spirit. Breathe deep. You are not alone, and you are not without hope. Your faithfulness matters. Your prayers matter. And your story is not over.

Let Him carry what you can’t. Let Him fight the battle that overwhelms you. Let Him bring life back into the places that feel lifeless.

Because with God—nothing is beyond redemption.