Mey Deras | ROOTED Biblical Counseling Services

by Mey Deras | Estimated reading time: 6 minutes | Part 1

Have you ever wondered if your tears matter to God? If the pain you carry, silent, long-standing, or soul-deep is seen and held by anyone, much less by the Almighty?

I have. And I want to tell you the truth I’ve discovered not just through study, but through scars: Your tears don’t fall to the ground. God holds them.

This isn’t a metaphor. It’s been my reality.

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From Childhood Trauma to an Unimaginable Escape

I was born in Mexico and wanted nothing more than a peaceful, simple childhood. My mother longed for a child for years, and I was her miracle. But at nine years old, everything changed. My stepfather became a source of terror, and for three long years, I endured abuse no child should face, all while still going to church every Sunday.

How could such evil exist under the same roof where Scripture was read and worship songs were sung?

I didn’t have answers then. But somehow I had hope, flickers of light that would carry me through.

Running from Religion, Chased by Grace

At 17, I escaped home when my family joined a cult. By then, my trust in people and God was shattered. I lived with a friend whose mom didn’t give up on me, even when I wanted nothing to do with church.

Boundaries? They didn’t respect mine. And I thank God for that.

They invited, insisted, and eventually “dragged” me to church, where healing slowly began. Around that same time, I reconnected with a high school friend I hadn’t seen in over two years. He was attending the same church as my roommate, and he invited me to come and meet with the pastor’s wife. This woman (so loving and wise) was his mother. She would become my counselor for years… and eventually, my mother-in-law. That friend? yup! became my husband.

At the time, I was completely broken. But people didn’t shy away from getting me to church and to the help I desperately needed. And God had a plan far bigger than I could’ve imagined, a path that led not only to healing, but to a beautiful family and a life restored.

She didn’t just throw Bible verses at my pain, she applied Scripture like a healing balm to my trauma. She taught me that God’s Word isn’t a Band-Aid. It’s a scalpel that cuts away lies and a balm that mends what was broken.

But healing wasn’t instant. It was years of tears, counseling, and commitment to a community of faith.

When Grief Strikes Again

At 21, my mother died. Suddenly, I became the sole caregiver for my 11-year-old brother.

I had just gotten engaged, chosen my wedding dress, and had dreams of joy. How could I get married without my mom?

I remember praying, “God, I don’t even know what joy looks like anymore, but I want to taste it.” And on my wedding day, walking down a cobblestone aisle in the Mexican woods (escorted by my biological father, whom I had forgiven and reconciled with) I experienced joy that was undeniably divine.

It didn’t erase the grief. But it reminded me: God’s joy can live side by side with sorrow.

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An Invitation to Hope

Friend, if you’ve faced deep pain, devastating loss, or confusion about where God is in your story, know this: You’re not alone. And more importantly, you don’t have to stay there.

If something in my story stirred your heart, if you’ve walked through pain, hidden hurt, or just feel weary, I want to gently invite you to take a next step.

You don’t have to navigate healing alone. You can schedule a free Clarity Call to explore whether biblical counseling is right for your season.

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Whatever you’re carrying, There is healing. There is hope. And there is a Savior who holds every single one of your tears in His hands (Psalm 56:8).