She felt defeated. Lonely. Heavy-hearted.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in God... she did. It wasn’t that she hadn’t prayed... she had. But the waiting felt endless, and the silence made her wonder if maybe she’d been forgotten altogether.
Maybe that woman is you right now.
Maybe you’ve done everything you know to do, you’ve prayed the prayers, spoken the declarations, cried the tears, and shown up when you had nothing left to give. And still… nothing has changed.
If that’s you, can I whisper something to you right now? "God hasn’t forgotten you."
I know that’s easy to type and hard to believe. I know because I’ve been the woman sitting in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering if the breakthrough will ever come, or if maybe I just got left behind.
But God doesn’t leave His daughters behind. Ever.
In fact, sometimes when it feels like He’s the most silent… He’s actually giving you a love letter.
That’s what He did for her.
One ordinary, defeated day, He gave her Isaiah 54.
It didn’t start with a gentle pat on the back. It didn’t start with a step-by-step plan for fixing her life. It started with something that made no sense at all:
“Sing, O barren woman…”
Sing? How do you sing when your womb, your life, your dreams, your heart, feels empty? How do you worship when you can barely lift your head? But that’s the upside-down beauty of God’s heart. He doesn’t say sing because you see it. He says sing because I said it. Sing because the promise is already in motion, even if your eyes can’t see it yet.
He goes on:
“Enlarge the place of your tent… stretch out your curtains wide… do not hold back.”
Do you feel that? It’s an invitation to believe again. To make room where you’ve closed the door. To expand when everything around you says shrink back. To say, Maybe… just maybe… God is still working behind the scenes.
And then, as if He knew her heart, your heart, would whisper, But what about the shame? What about the rejection? What about the people who walked away?
He says:
“You will forget the shame of your youth… and remember no more the reproach…”
He doesn’t just call Himself your God or your Creator.
He calls Himself your Husband.
Tender. Protective. Unwavering. He says: You are not alone in this.
I don’t know what barren place you’re facing right now. Maybe it’s a marriage that feels dry. Maybe it’s a promise that feels dead. Maybe it’s a future that feels impossible to imagine because you’re so exhausted by the present. But if you hear anything today, let it be this... God is not finished!
You will not stay here forever. Your story will not end in emptiness. Your situation may look the same today, but there is movement happening in the unseen.
So, my friend, stretch out your tent. Don’t hold back. Worship like the breakthrough is already written, because it is.
Sing.
Declare Isaiah 54 over your home, your heart, your dreams. Let it become your own love letter when doubt creeps in. And when the voices whisper that you’re forgotten... remind them: No weapon formed against me will prosper! Because my Redeemer is the Lord Almighty, and He calls me His own.
So if all you have strength for today is one small hallelujah… that’s enough.
He sees you. He loves you. He’s not done yet.
And neither are you.
Prayer for today...
Father God,
I come to You just as I am — tired, hurting, and unsure of what’s next. But I choose to believe that You see me, You love me, and You are not finished with me. Where I feel barren, speak life. Where I feel small, stretch my faith. I receive Your love like a covering and reject every voice that says I’m forgotten or unworthy. You are my Maker and my Husband, my Restorer and Redeemer. Strengthen my heart to sing again. Teach me to make room for promises I can’t yet see. I declare that no weapon formed against me will prosper, and that my story is still unfolding in Your hands. I trust You, Lord — even in the waiting.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
From my heart to yours,
Carla 