Camouflage of Pain
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When life falls apart, Heaven might just be breaking through.
We often think falling apart means failure. But what if it’s the very place where Heaven begins to rebuild?
You weren’t made to shatter.
But maybe… just maybe, some things had to.
The job that slipped away.
The relationship that cracked.
The plans that dissolved like mist.
It feels like a breakdown.
But what if it’s actually a breakthrough—
just dressed in disappointment?
I know what it's like to fall apart in silence. To sit in a room full of people and still feel like you’re falling apart on the inside. To pray and hear nothing. To hope and see nothing.
To break—and assume God is done with you.
But let me ask you something:
Did Lazarus walk out alive before the stone was rolled away?
No.
The miracle happened after the breakdown of breath, time, and hope.
Sometimes, God lets the thing collapse—so something deeper can rise.
Maybe you didn’t lose your way.
Maybe Heaven just rerouted your path.
Because here’s the bold truth:
What looks like rock bottom to you… is just the foundation God’s about to build something eternal on.
Don’t confuse divine disruption with divine abandonment.
God isn’t breaking you—He’s breaking through to you.
The caterpillar didn’t die.
It transformed.
But only after the cocoon. Only after the stillness. Only after the pressure.
So if life feels like it's pressing you from all sides,
Don’t panic.
That’s not death. That’s new beginning.
You’re not being buried.
You’re being planted.
Hold on.
Cry if you must.
Rest if you need.
But don’t write the ending yet.
God's not done.
And neither are you.
So if you’re in the middle of the mess, don’t rush to fix it. Just listen. Heaven might be whispering through the cracks.
Remember -
YOU – HOPE = EMPTY
YOU + GOD = UNSTOPPABLE
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
