The Sun Rose on My Sorrow

Healing and growth are not linear, if you have a bad moment, let it be just that - a bad moment. You don't have to get stuck in it. Declare 2 Corinthians 5:17: "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, the new has come" I am thankful that "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness" Lamentations 3:22-23

This is a testimony written by a friend that has been a very special person in my life the last couple of years. Her and I have been like Paul and Silas sitting in prison together. We're finally breaking out.

The sun rose on my sorrow by Bre Finney

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About three years ago, my life kind of fell apart.

Not quietly, pretty completely. Relationships changed. Stability disappeared. It felt like loss kept stacking up faster than I could process it. I was walking through heartbreak, rejection, becoming a single mom, relearning who I was and rebuilding my self-worth, and healing emotional wounds I didn’t even realize were still sitting under the surface. Honestly, it felt like everything familiar turned to ash. But during that season, something small started happening that I didn’t think much about at the time. Anytime I was outside and the sky looked beautiful a strange cloud pattern, a painted sunset, a dramatic storm glow I’d take a picture. No big plan behind it. No deep meaning I could explain yet. I just captured it. Looking back now, I understand why.

When everything on the ground felt broken, I kept looking up. The sky became this quiet reminder to me that beauty still existed even when my personal world didn’t feel beautiful at all. It was proof that not everything was ruined. That color still returned. That light still broke through dark clouds. That endings weren’t the whole story. Without even realizing it, I was living this verse in real time “I lift up my eyes to the mountains where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1- 2

I didn’t have everything figured out. I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t feel healed yet. But I kept looking up and somehow, that was enough for the next step.Recently, I noticed something that made me smile I have 25 sky photos saved from these past few years.In the Bible, the number five is often connected to grace. Twenty-five is five times five grace upon grace. And honestly, that’s exactly what that season was. Not easy. Not painless. But sustained by grace I didn’t know I had. Those photos weren’t just pretty pictures. They were little markers of survival. Tiny reminders that light still shows up. That beauty still breaks through. That God was still steady even when my world wasn’t.

And here’s the part I can say now with full honesty - What I walked through, as hard as it was, became one of the best things that could have happened for me. Not because the pain was good but because of who I became through it. The healing. The clarity. The strength. The deeper faith. The self-worth I didn’t have before. I love the person I’ve grown into on the other side of all that junk. My life is beautiful now even though it looks different than I once imagined. Different doesn’t mean broken. Different doesn’t mean less. In many ways, it’s more honest, more grounded, more alive.

The sun really did rise on my sorrow.

So if you’re in a hard season right now look for your version of the sky.

The small beauty.

The quiet evidence that hope is still alive.

You don’t need the whole restored picture yet.

Just enough light for the next step.

Sometimes healing doesn’t start with answers.

Sometimes it starts with noticing beauty again. And one day you’ll look back and realize

you weren’t just getting through it.

You were being rebuilt