He Heals the Brokenhearted

By Belinda Preston-Mosher

He Heals the Brokenhearted is a story of a young widow who journaled throughout many years of her life. She wrote the first book that led her on a journey to a life that only God transformed. This is her continued story of trusting God and leaning on him to direct her path. The untimely death of her husband left her heart shattered and broken. She had a little six-year-old boy without a father. A part of her died when her husband died. She was completely lost. She turned to anything and everything to numb the pain. Barhopping, drinking, and drugs did not ease the heartache. She wanted to die.

Shortly after the birthday of her deceased husband, she met a man that changed her outlook on life. Now we have two very broken people who need God desperately. Through all the heartache, deception, anger, guilt, and shame, God turned their life around in a way only he can.

God picked them up when they fell into the life the enemy plotted against them. Their lives were radically changed by turning to the Lord for guidance, learning how to start all over. They will never be the same (Romans 8:28-37).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639613816

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November 14, 2011

Father God, I am here at my waking hour. My hands are shaking, and my heart is aching. I do trust you and the reason you took Jon. He truly is in no more pain. I want to ask why, but I know the answer to that question. You rescued him from sickness, agony, and pain.

Thank you for the gifts last week. I am humbly thankful because I did not get to kiss him goodbye and tell him I love him. Please forgive me for the language Saturday evening. I was drunk trying to numb the pain of losing Jon.

Thank you for all the trials and testing throughout this year. You were preparing me for the most difficult time of my life. Thank you, Father, in Jesus’s name. Forgive me, but the heartache is unbearable. The lost have no idea of the agony and true death that comes without your Son, Jesus Christ!

As I go through this grieving process, guide me in your word to give me strength. There are people tugging on me back and forth. I need patience and clarity. Guide me in the right direction and help me to bring awareness of the safety of forklifts. Saying this helps me to cleanse and purge all the evil lurking just waiting to pounce on me.

I pray for your hedge over my family and friends. Place your guardian angels over my house and my father-in-law’s house. We need you and your covering in Jesus’s name. Thank you.

I truly need guidance in rearing J. J. Help me, Lord, in Jesus’s name. I love you.

This is your house, and we are your children.

It was he who gave some to be apostles, some to be prophets, some to be evangelist, and some to be pastors and teachers, to prepare God’s people for works of service so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ. Then we will no longer be infants tossed back and forth by the waves and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself in love as each part does its work. (Ephesians 4:11–16)

Thank you, Father, for the rest of my mind and body. I know I will see Jon again. I miss him terribly. Give me the words to heal J. J.’s broken heart. I love you, Father, in Jesus’s name.

Thank you, Jesus, for paving the way in your precious, mighty, healing, miraculous name, amen.

November 17, 2011

Father God, I am shaking like a leaf and cannot seem to stay focused. I miss Jon so much. I continue to ask why, but I trust you with everything that you have taught me over the years. As J. J. and I continue to grieve, please help us heal. Jon was truly a blessing and a gift from you.

I think over the years of my encounter meeting Jon; you always had this planned. The very first time I met him at that gas station, where I reluctantly sought employment, a very tall man walked into the door.

A friendship grew through the tragic loss of his brother, knowing how he felt by losing my childhood best friend. I felt compassion for him because I too experienced the same loss. I guess that is another story in time.

Lord, I need help!

I will continue to dig in your Word for comfort and guidance. I am not afraid to stand for you anymore in Jesus’s name.

I am a backslidden, brokenhearted mess. Thank you for your mercy seat and your compassionate love.

The quiet words of the wise are more to be heeded than the shouts of a ruler of fools. Wisdom is better than weapons of war, but one sinner destroys much good. (Ecclesiastes 9:17–18)

November 18, 2011

Father God, here I am, rested and ready for your comforting words to restore and fill my broken heart. Words cannot express how much I miss my husband. J. J. misses his daddy. We trust you, Lord. We love you and praise your holy name.

I feel completely lost. This pain is unbearable!

Thank you for the many blessings that you have poured out on J. J. and me. Thank you for the compassion that this little town has shown us. I love you, Father. I love you, Jesus. As much as this devastation hurts, I know this outcome will be for your glory.

Please protect us from the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Help me to be able to talk to my mother-in-law and hold her through our time of grief. Bring her through this surgery with miraculous healing and renew her strength in Jesus’s name.

As I think about my life throughout these years, I honestly believe that dreadful night the enemy tried to take my life, you rescued me from death’s door and the fiery pits of hell.

Thank you for the eleven and a half years with Jonathan Paul Preston. I thought we were going to grow old together. I saw my sweet husband’s health weakened. It was Jon’s time to go to his eternal home. The last will be first, and the first will be last…until we see him again.

I eagerly wait for the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ!

I cannot say this does not hurt. I trust in the words that still small voice whispered, I can’t. You have to trust me.

And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew, he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. (Romans 8:28–29)

Thank you, Father, for these reassuring scriptures. We are yours, and you have us in the palm of your hands. Lead me and guide me on rearing J. J. You are Father to the fatherless. I sit at your mercy seat, asking for instruction on this next season of our lives.

Thank you for answered prayers. You rescued Jon on that tragic day. Thank you, Jesus, for catching him when he fell. You were preparing me for that unimaginable day. Tears continue to fall. I need you to hold J.J. and me.

Please come comfort us in our pain. We will praise you—morning, noon, and night. All the days of our lives, we will forever trust you.

Please forgive me of my language. Sleep deprivation plagues my mind. My emotions are all messed up. I would be lying if I said I am not angry.

My heart aches daily. I know, in time, you will heal our brokenness and pain. Please, Lord Jesus, fill J. J. and me with your Holy Spirit to comfort us. We need you to hold us.

I am here, Lord. I love and trust you in your precious holy, healing, comforting name. Amen.

November 20, 2011

Father God, here I am. Lord, equip me to spread your word. I am not afraid to stand for you. I love you, and I truly need you more than ever before. Guide me in this next season of my life. What is your plan for J.J. and me?

There is not a day that I do not hurt. I know, in time, you will heal our broken hearts.

Jon is in no more pain, no more fears, and no more tears.

I have screwed up repeatedly and mistreated so many people due to my shattered, broken heart. I humbly ask for forgiveness for the mess I am.

Thank you for your mercy and grace. Even in our past trials, you picked us up while renewing our spirit in you. Thank you for answered prayers. Jon and I were your plan. My waking hour was to train, prepare, and comfort me for what was to come.

I miss Jon terribly. I cannot say I am not mad. I sincerely trust you with my soul.

Let my life glorify you, Jesus.

J. J. and I will journey on with you guiding our way. We cling to your guiding hands. May we learn, laugh, forgive, and love according to your plans.

O, Lord, you have searched me, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely, O, Lord. You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there, your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, Surely the darkness will hide me, and the light become night around me, even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:1–12, 16)

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Jesus. My hands are trembling from irregular sleep. I know you will renew my strength. I am a Christian soldier on the battlefield. Thank you for the blessings and donations of love from this beautiful community.

I love you, Father. As that sweet blonde-haired boy states, I love the Jesus. I humbly receive your Holy Spirit. Please fill me with your light in Jesus’s name!

November 21, 2011

Father God, I have truly been amazed by you and your miraculous hands of love. Thank you.

Thank you, Jesus, for your obedience to the cross. You paved the way for us all to have eternal life. I love you every minute of every day.

As I look back over my book, His Mercy Saved Us, I see that all those trials equipped me to endure that unforgettable day.

Jon’s passing is heartbreaking. I trust you. It hurts to know that I will not hear his laugh or shove him because he is snoring too loud. I miss his friskiness and him calling me Mildred Paul. My heart aches to its very core. Will the pain ever end? Father, I trust you. Please hold me and guide me in this life without my husband.

I meet with an attorney today. I need guidance on what to do. Something has to be done to