From Pain to Purpose: The Change I Hope My Blog Brings to the World
What change, big or small, would I like this blog to make in the world?
Simply put—healing. Real healing. Not the kind that comes from stuffing emotions down with religious platitudes or brushing grief aside with “time heals all wounds.”
No! The kind of healing that walks through the valley with you. The kind that sits in the ashes with you like Job’s friends before they opened their mouths. The kind that weeps like Jesus at Lazarus’ tomb; not because He lacked power, but because He never lacked compassion.
This blog exists to disrupt silence. To call out the myths that muffle grief and the shame that stalks sorrow. To expose the cultural lies that say we must be strong, stoic, and silent in our suffering. I want my words to give permission; reason to feel, to question, to wrestle with God, and still believe.
Grief is not linear. It doesn’t tidy itself up for church. But in Christ, grief is not purposeless either. That’s why I write. To bridge psychology with theology. To weave the clinical with the pastoral. To offer tools shaped by The Grief Recovery Handbook and soaked in the truth of Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.”
I don’t want to just offer comfort, I want to offer clarity. I want to bring order to the chaos of loss through language, through lament, through light. I want this blog to reach the mother who miscarried in silence, the father who buried a son and buried his emotions with him, the pastor who showed up for everyone else but never sat with his own sorrow. I want this to be a sacred space—a place where trauma can be named, where generational pain can be broken (I Want To Be Like You, Dad), and where theology doesn’t just inform but transforms.
I hope therapists read this blog and find language for clients who don’t speak clinical. I hope pastors read and realize you can’t cast out grief—you must companion it. I hope caregivers, counselors, survivors, and seekers all find something here that breathes life into their story.
And maybe, just maybe, someone scrolling through late at night—searching for a reason to hold on—will find hope between the lines.
That’s the change I pray for.
Ze Selassie
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