There’s a kind of pain that sticks with you—the kind that doesn’t come from strangers or enemies, but from someone you gave your heart to. I’ve lived it. And I’ve grown from it.
This isn’t just about being hurt. It’s about being sent—sent by God to love, to help, to heal. And watching that purpose be rejected, misunderstood, or tossed aside? That’s a wound deeper than most.
But here’s the thing—I wouldn’t change it. Because through it, I found me.
The Assignment You Didn’t Ask For
I’ve always been a nurturer. The kind of woman who sees pain in others and wants to ease it. So when I loved someone deeply, I gave all of me. Prayers, encouragement, late-night talks, forgiveness, and faith. I didn’t just love him—I covered him.
What I didn’t realize right away is that I was sent. God placed me there for a reason. To speak life into a broken heart. To be a safe space. To be part of his healing.
But not everyone wants to heal. Some people get scared when love shows up real. Some people fight peace because chaos is what they’re used to. And when that happens… you end up hurt by the very person you were sent to help.
Romantic But Real
It’s easy to romanticize healing someone—thinking love can fix everything. But the truth? Love needs partnership. You can’t carry the whole relationship on your back.
Being the “girl God sent” doesn’t mean being a doormat. It doesn’t mean staying through lies, gaslighting, or neglect. It means you showed up with love, kindness, and truth. And sometimes, that still won’t be enough for someone who’s not ready.
But you’re not a failure for loving fully. You’re not weak for trying to help. You were obedient to your assignment—and that matters.
From Hurt to Healing: Choosing Yourself
After the tears and the letting go, I had to look in the mirror and remember something important:
I wasn’t just sent to heal someone else.
I was sent to learn how to love myself too.
God doesn’t waste pain. Every heartbreak, every disappointment, every lesson—it’s shaping you. Molding you into the woman you’re becoming. Stronger. Wiser. Softer in spirit, but firmer in boundaries.
I learned that I am worthy of love that sees me. That values me. That holds space for my heart too. And guess what? That love starts with me.
If You’re That Girl Right Now…
To the woman reading this who gave her all and still got hurt:
You are not broken.
You are not crazy.
You are not too much.
You were just sent to the wrong heart. But your mission wasn’t a mistake. Your love made a difference, even if they couldn’t say it.
Now, it’s time to turn that love inward. Let God heal you the way He once tried to heal them through you.
Final Thoughts from Lavanda Michelle
“Imagine hurting the girl God sent to heal you…”
Yes, imagine that.
But more importantly, imagine being that girl—and still rising.
Still glowing.
Still healing…
Because you know who sent you.
And you know who holds you.
Let that be your peace.
Imagine Hurting the Girl God Sent to Heal You
Until next time, shine amongst the stars!
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Thank you for writing this. As a father, I’ve watched my daughters go through heartbreak, and your words bring comfort and perspective. May they learn to love themselves first.
Your writing is a lesson in emotional intelligence and resilience. Thank you for sharing truth with such grace.
This hit home. I’m in college and I thought I found “the one,” but he wasn’t ready. Thank you for reminding me that I wasn’t wrong for loving.