Buried, Not Broken

Life’s journey is often unpredictable, with twists and turns that can leave us grappling for a sense of belonging. For many, the quest for community becomes an essential part of rebuilding after life-altering events. This was true for me. As I journeyed through storms of heartache and ultimately found my place through faith and community, I learned that real belonging often emerges from the most challenging experiences.

A Painful Beginning

Reflecting on my past, it’s hard to comprehend the depth of hurt and isolation I felt when I bravely chose to leave an abusive relationship. My spirit was fractured, marked by emotional scars that lingered long after the physical ones healed. In those dreary moments, I clung to my newfound faith in Christ, an embrace that pulled me from despair and ignited a flicker of hope within me. I enrolled in a small Christian college, viewing this decision as the first step toward transformation, a leap into the light from the shadows that had once engulfed me.

During my studies, I took on the role of a manager at a children’s home. It was here, in that modest establishment filled with laughter and resilience, where I aimed to be a beacon of hope for children navigating their own struggles. Unbeknownst to me, this chapter was merely a prelude to a far greater purpose God had in store.

A New Love and New Opportunities

Amidst my work in the orphanage, I met Robert during a mission trip. His passion for helping others matched my own longing for connection. Our bond blossomed rapidly, culminating in a wedding less than a year later that felt like a miracle I didn’t deserve. With Robert by my side, I made the daunting move from Costei, Lugoj, to Knoxville, Tennessee, stepping into an unknown world brimming with opportunity.

Adjusting to my new life wasn’t without its challenges. Although I missed my large family, being the youngest of ten children- I embraced the opportunities before me. Robert was my anchor, providing unwavering support as I transitioned into this new chapter. But just as I began to feel secure, tragedy struck.

Navigating the Depths of Grief

On June 29, my world shattered. Robert passed away suddenly from heatstroke, leaving me grief-stricken and questioning the very foundation of my newfound happiness. At only 35, I was a widow, confronting an ocean of loss and confusion. “Why, God?” I cried out in anguish. “Why take everything I've fought so hard to build?”

As I struggled to make sense of my pain, I discovered profound strength in community. Feeling adrift and isolated, I sought solace in a local church, an unfamiliar place that soon became my sanctuary. Here, I was enveloped in warmth as members rallied around me. They brought meals, offered prayers, and provided companionship, turning strangers into friends who reminded me that love does flourish even amid sorrow.

This overwhelming support taught me the true essence of belonging. For the first time in ages, I felt seen, heard, and cherished. Inspired by Proverbs 3:5—“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding”—I began to find hope again, recognizing that even in the face of tragedy, God had a plan for my life.

Finding Strength Through Community

As I shared my story, I realized I wasn’t alone in my struggles. Many within my church had faced their own storms, which allowed us to bond. Together, we created a tapestry of mutual support, celebrating victories while comforting one another in times of pain. This fellowship breathed new life into my weary heart, gradually illuminating the path forward.

With every passing day, I began to rise again. Each morning brought a little more light as I engaged with my community, volunteering countless hours and pouring love into the lives of others, just as they had done for me. I slowly understood that healing doesn’t come from forgetting pain but from embracing it and choosing to live fully, despite it.

Embracing a Purposeful Life

Though Robert's absence remains palpable, I came to realize that God’s plan unfolds in mysterious ways. My life in America had a purpose beyond what I initially perceived. I transformed from a victim of circumstance into a warrior of faith, stronger and more resilient than ever.

Awakening each day now comes with gratitude. I carry my past with me, but instead of letting it define who I am, I allow it to teach me. Those memories, both painful and precious, serve as reminders to celebrate life’s blessings and to lean into God’s everlasting love.

Through all the storms I encountered, I discovered that community isn't merely a network; it’s a lifeline. As I reflect on the fragmented pieces of my journey, I grasp the profound truth: sometimes losing everything can lead us to find what truly matters—faith, love, and belonging.

In the end, when we traverse through our darkest storms and emerge into the light, we are often met with the brightest communities, helping us navigate the aftermath and reminding us of the beauty and strength that lies in our shared experiences. So keep the faith, for God’s love is ever-present, guiding us home, even through the fiercest storms.

I’m Mia Godfrey, certified Life Coach, Bible Counselor, Public Speaker, and author of Buried, Not Broken: A Memoir of Survival, Sisterhood, and Starting Over. My journey from Romania to the U.S., and through seasons of hardship and healing, has shaped my deep desire to help others rediscover their strength and rewrite their stories. With over 20 years of leadership experience and a thriving career, I currently serve as the Talent Acquisition Operations Manager at Cellular Sales. But my true calling lies in walking alongside those who feel stuck, overwhelmed, or uncertain, offering guidance, encouragement, and practical tools to help them move forward. Whether through coaching, counseling, writing, or speaking, I strive to be a voice of hope and transformation. My approach is rooted in faith, authenticity, and the belief that every person has the power to rise, rebuild, and thrive. I’m also a proud wife and empty nester, blessed with two amazing grown children. Life has taught me that healing is possible, growth is continuous, and purpose is always within reach.