Talk That Transforms with Kim Davis

There is a grief that no amount of money can fix.

Lately, I’ve realized that I’m not mourning the money I spent, the opportunities I passed up, or the material things I gave away. Those things can be replaced. What I’m mourning is my time.

At the age of 23, I began pouring myself into other people. I sacrificed my time, my energy, my dreams, my finances, and pieces of myself because I genuinely loved them. I believed in showing up. I believed in helping. I believed that love looked like sacrifice.

Looking back now, I don’t regret having a generous heart. What hurts is seeing how some of those same people now treat me as if I never mattered. It’s painful when the people you once prayed for, stood beside, and sacrificed for make you feel like you’re worth less than the dirt beneath their shoes.

That pain is difficult to explain.

It’s not because I expected something in return. It’s because I never imagined that kindness would be repaid with disrespect.

As I’ve been reading through the book of Matthew, Jesus has been challenging my heart. He tells us to love our enemies. It’s easy to love the people who love us back. But loving those who have wounded us—that requires the supernatural love of God.

If I’m honest, that’s where I’m struggling.

How do you love people who have deeply hurt you?

How do you pray for people who don’t seem to value your sacrifices?

How do you move forward when it feels like years of your life were invested in relationships that left you carrying the pain?

These are the questions I’ve been bringing before God.

I’m discovering that forgiveness doesn’t mean pretending the hurt never happened. It doesn’t mean allowing people to continue mistreating you. Sometimes loving someone means releasing them into God’s hands while establishing healthy boundaries.

The hardest part isn’t losing money.

It’s losing years.

Time is the one thing we never get back.

That realization has placed a sadness upon my heart that only God can heal.

Yet even in my grief, I hold on to this hope: God is not a God who wastes anything.

He doesn’t waste our tears.

He doesn’t waste our prayers.

He doesn’t waste our obedience.

And I believe He doesn’t waste our time.

Even when people misuse our love, God can still use every sacrifice to shape our character, deepen our faith, and prepare us for the purpose He has planned.

So today my prayer isn’t that God would give me those years back.

My prayer is this:

Lord, don’t let my time be wasted.

If I had to walk through heartbreak, let it produce wisdom.

If I had to endure betrayal, let it teach me discernment.

If I had to sacrifice, let it develop Christlike love.

If I had to cry, let those tears water something beautiful that will glorify You.

I may never understand why certain people entered my life only to leave scars behind.

But I trust the God who promises that He can work all things together for the good of those who love Him.

I’m still healing.

I’m still learning.

I’m still asking difficult questions.

But one thing I know is this: my story isn’t over.

And if God has my time in His hands, then not one moment surrendered to Him was ever truly wasted.

— Talk That Transforms with Kim Davis 💛