It Is Still Well With My Soul

WHEN DOING THE RIGHT THING DOESN’T FEEL PEACEFUL
There are moments in life when doing the right thing does not feel peaceful. That has been one of the hardest lessons for me.

Somewhere along the way, many of us, especially those of us who believe in God, begin to confuse goodness with silence. We convince ourselves that being kind means absorbing every blow, that forgiveness means pretending something did not happen, and that faith means standing still while someone harms us because surely God will handle it.

Yes, God will handle what belongs to Him, but I am beginning to understand that sometimes obedience also looks like standing up. Sometimes it looks like saying no, documenting what happened, telling the truth when silence would be easier, and protecting your name, your family, your profession, your livelihood, and the things you have spent years building.

I have struggled with this more than anything. I have asked myself whether defending myself makes me bitter, whether seeking justice means I have failed to forgive, and whether protecting myself means I am not trusting God enough.

I don't believe that anymore.

FAITH DOES NOT REQUIRE DEFENSELESSNESS
The Bible is not filled with people who never encountered injustice. It is filled with people who had to decide who they would become in the middle of it.

Paul trusted God, but he also invoked his legal rights when he was being treated unlawfully (Acts 22:25–29; Acts 25:10–12).

Nehemiah prayed, but he also posted guards to protect what was being built (Nehemiah 4:9).

David refused to take revenge on Saul, but he did not ignore the danger or pretend that trust required him to remain within Saul’s reach (1 Samuel 24:4–7; 1 Samuel 26:9–11).

Jesus Himself did not respond to every accusation in the same way. Sometimes He answered (John 18:33–37), sometimes He walked away (Luke 4:28–30), and sometimes He remained silent (Matthew 26:62–63; Matthew 27:12–14).

There is wisdom in knowing the difference, and that is the lesson I am trying to learn now: not every accusation deserves a response, not every lie needs to be chased down, and not every person is entitled to unlimited access to you simply because they claim good intentions.

There are times when remaining silent is an act of wisdom and restraint. But there are also times when silence allows wrongdoing to continue, and speaking the truth becomes necessary.

There are moments when defending yourself is not vengeance. It is stewardship. It is standing guard over what God has entrusted to you.

You are allowed to protect the career you worked for, your children’s future, your reputation, and the life you have spent years building. You are allowed to ask questions, request records, say that something is not true, and require accountability. You are even allowed to walk away from people you still pray for.

None of that makes you any less of a Christian.

YOU CAN FORGIVE SOMEONE AND STILL REQUIRE THE TRUTH
I think this is where many of us get stuck. We begin to believe that forgiveness means giving someone unlimited opportunities to continue hurting us.

It doesn't.

Forgiveness is about what you refuse to let hatred do to your heart. It does not require you to erase facts, abandon discernment, or surrender every boundary. You can forgive someone and still never trust them in the same way again. You can pray for someone and still protect yourself from them. You can refuse revenge and still ask for accountability.

You can care about people from a distance. You can hope they change without volunteering to be betrayed again while you wait.

I am learning that forgiveness and accountability can exist in the same heart, just as grief and strength can exist together. So can faith and fear. So can love and boundaries.

We are complicated human beings, and God already knows that. I don't think He expects us to pretend otherwise.

SOME LOSSES ARE ABOUT MORE THAN MONEY
There are things we build that become part of us.

A business can become more than a business. A career can become more than work. A friendship can become part of the future you thought you were walking toward. When something like that breaks apart, people looking from the outside may see contracts, money, property, ownership, or titles.

But the person living through it may be grieving years of their life, and time is worth more than any amount of money in the world. Money can be earned again. Things can be rebuilt. But time can never be replaced.

For me, that is one of the hardest parts. Those years were also some of the most important years of my children’s lives, and they are years I will never get back. I spent so much of that time telling myself that everything I was doing was for them. There were conversations where I told them I was doing the hard part now so that one day they could continue building what I had started. I believed I was creating something that would give them security, opportunity, and maybe even something of their own one day.

That is what makes losing years different from losing money. You can make more money. You can start another business. You can rebuild almost anything. But you cannot go back and sit beside your child at an age they will never be again. You cannot return to the years when they were little and choose differently with what you know now.

I do not say that to punish myself. I believed I was doing the right thing. I believed that every sacrifice, every long day, and every moment I was pulled away from them was building something for their future. I kept telling myself that I was doing the hard part so they would not have to.

That is the part I grieve the most. Those moments in time were taken from me as a mother, and there is no amount of money that can ever give them back.

Sometimes the hardest loss is not even what someone took from you. It is discovering that something you believed was real may not have been what you thought it was. It is looking back at the sacrifices you made in good faith and wondering what you would have done differently if you had known then what you know now.

That kind of betrayal makes you question everything, including yourself. Anyone who has lived through betrayal likely knows exactly how that feels.

But what I keep coming back to is this: other people’s choices do not erase the sincerity of yours. If you worked honestly, then you worked honestly. If you loved genuinely, then you loved genuinely. If you sacrificed because you truly believed you were building something better for your children, then that was real too.

Someone else behaving differently does not retroactively make your heart foolish. It does not make the love behind your sacrifices any less real. It only means you were operating with trust and information that you now see differently.

There is grief in that, but there is also wisdom.

YOU CAN TELL THE TRUTH WITHOUT BECOMING CRUEL
This may be one of the most difficult parts of all.

When someone hurts you, the temptation is to become consumed with making everyone understand. You want to explain every detail, correct every lie, expose every contradiction, and prove every point.

This journey is teaching me that truth does not always need to be loud. You do not have to retaliate or become reckless because someone else was reckless with you.

Let people explain their own words. Let contradictions remain on the record. Let the receipts speak for themselves. Let the records keep score. Let time reveal character.

And when you have done what is yours to do, let God handle the rest.

My job is not to destroy anyone or become consumed with revenge. My job is to tell the truth, care for my children, protect what I have worked so hard to build, preserve my heart, and walk forward with integrity.

That is enough.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BECOME WHAT HURT YOU
God, keep my heart pure while I do what I have to do.

That's what I keep repeating to myself in the middle of all of this. I guess, in my own way, it is a version of David’s prayer: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” — Psalm 51:10

Standing up for yourself can feel wrong when hurting people is not in your nature. That is something I have really struggled with. It is not in my heart to destroy people, humiliate them, or spend my life trying to make someone else suffer because they hurt me. But I am also learning that having a good heart does not mean I have to keep accepting what is wrong. Holding someone accountable for the consequences of their own choices is not the same thing as hurting them, and defending yourself does not mean you have to become hateful, cruel, or consumed with revenge.

I think that is one of the real dangers in seasons of betrayal. It is not only what someone may take from you. It is what the pain can begin to change inside of you if you are not careful. I do not want to become hard. I do not want to become angry at everyone or question every person who tries to love me because someone else betrayed my trust. I do not want to spend so much time trying to prove what happened that the people who hurt me are still controlling my thoughts, my emotions, and my life long after they are gone.

I don't want that.

I want truth. I want accountability. I believe people should answer for the choices they make. But I do not want hatred living inside me, and I do not want someone else’s behavior to have the power to change my character. That is the line I am trying to walk: defending myself without becoming cruel, telling the truth without becoming consumed by revenge, seeking justice without allowing the outcome to control my peace, forgiving without abandoning wisdom, and praying for people without giving them another opportunity to hurt me.

You do not have to become hard just because someone hurt you. You do not have to become cruel because someone was cruel to you. You do not have to lose your heart just because you finally decided to protect it. You can stand up for yourself and still be kind. You can seek accountability and still have compassion. You can say, This was wrong, and I will not keep accepting it, without becoming hateful.

You can stand up for yourself without surrendering your heart. You can grieve what was lost without letting grief decide who you become. And you can seek justice while still asking God to keep your heart pure through the process.

You do not have to become what hurt you.

Trust God, keep your heart pure, and still do the work that is yours to do.

IT IS STILL WELL WITH MY SOUL
The last words I said before I walked out of the clinic were, “It is well with my soul.” I meant them, and I cannot say the same for them.

Those words weren't about pretending I wasn't hurt or acting as though everything that had happened was okay. I was angry, grieving, confused, and heartbroken over what had been taken from me, but I also knew exactly who I had been in that place.

Before God, I knew how hard I had worked and what I had sacrificed. I knew that I had loved our patients like family because, to me, they were family. I had shown up for them, fought for them, was there when they needed me around the clock, and did what was right even when it was difficult.

I know my heart was pure, my intentions were good, and what I gave was real.

That is what I truly mean when I say, it is well with my soul.

It doesn't mean that I fully understand what God is doing or why certain things have happened, and it doesn't mean that I am not hurt by what was done or heartbroken over what was lost. It means that I do not have to understand the path to trust the One who chose it for me.

I can make plans, build dreams, and work toward the future I believe I am supposed to have, but I know that God sees what I cannot. There have been countless roads in my life that I never would have chosen, and He has used every one of them. Some strengthened me, some humbled me, and some taught me discernment. Others taught me how deeply I could love, how fiercely I could fight for others, and how much I could survive.

That is faith to me. It is trusting God when the road changes, when the door closes, and when something I thought would be part of my life forever is suddenly gone. I do not have to know where every road leads because I know who is leading me.

That is why I am not afraid of what comes next.

They can change the locks on what you spent years building. They can betray your trust, rewrite your role, erase your name from the story, take credit for your work, claim they created what you built, and keep the money your work generated for themselves. They can benefit from years of your labor and sacrifice while leaving you to carry the cost of it: time you will never get back, years of your children's lives that can never be replaced, trust you thought was real, and a future you genuinely believed all of that sacrifice was building toward.

What they cannot take is the truth of how you showed up. They cannot erase the lives you changed, the patients you loved, the people who loved you back, the work you did when no one was watching, or the years you gave when there was nothing left to give. They can try to rewrite the story, but they cannot change what is true.

That part is still yours. What they did is theirs to live with.

You can be wounded without becoming wicked, betrayed without becoming dishonest, and forced to defend yourself without becoming hateful. You can lose things without losing yourself, and you can stand up for what is right while still praying that God deals mercifully with every soul involved.

🩷 Nurse Erin

“He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn, your vindication like the noonday sun.” — Psalm 37:6