Brittany Lee Allen

Category: Suffering

How do you keep bringing your broken heart before the God who allowed it to be shattered?

When “Thy Will Be Done” Becomes Self-Protection

January 7, 2019

I was restless. Many thoughts bouncing from one side of my head to the other, colliding and creating more thoughts. Silently, I watched the Black-Capped

They mean well, they really do. But those whose ears have been tickled by false gospels like the prosperity gospel and the word-faith movement, don't see the repercussions of their own words. They use God's Word out of context and make claims to prosperity that aren't there, leaving out the many passages which prove the Christian life is not a cake-walk.

Watch Your Word-Faith

January 2, 2019

This article originally appeared on Whole Magazine. “God is the Healer of all our sickness. You just need more faith.” They mean well, they really

I'm writing today with an honesty that many may judge as unwise. A person who has never experienced deep grief may write it off as unbiblical. Modern-day stoics might question where my faith lies. However, a quick look at the Psalms would shed light on what it looks like to lament before God. Before you, are words I long to say to the girl who is facing a similar road as me—the girl whose heart feels shattered under the weight of longing for motherhood. I write it for her, not me. And I write with tears for all of us: those who can't conceive and those whose babies are in heaven.

Infertility and Psalm 77

November 21, 2018

I’m writing today with an honesty that many may judge as unwise. A person who has never experienced deep grief may write it off as unbiblical.

My throat tightened but tears failed to follow. You know that old feeling...when sadness wedges itself in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It's like a century passes before you're able to swallow down the sorrow. Behold the sign of familiar pain—the kind that almost always lingers in the background like a pilot light. It's a symptom of a heart that longs, a heart that's sick, a heart where waiting feels endless.

Don’t Forfeit God’s Best for Your Life

November 15, 2018

My throat tightened, but tears failed to follow. You know that old feeling…when sadness wedges itself in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It’s like a

O Lord, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. (Psalm 131:1-2)

Be Calm and Quiet My Soul

October 30, 2018

O Lord, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But

"How's your diet going?" Before my mind could muster up some Christianese answer like, "God is good all the time." or "You know, it is well with my soul." my flesh spoke for me, "It sucks and I hate my life." Ugh. I hated typing those words as much as you probably hated reading them. Words so ungodly I feel the shame of them even now. They uncover what lingers in my heart: discontentment.

3 Reasons We Grumble

September 18, 2018

“How’s your diet going?” Before my mind could muster up some Christianese answer like, “God is good all the time.” or “You know, it is