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Today, I finally closed the bank accounts I once shared with my ex-husband. Honestly, I’m not sure why they were still open; I stopped using them a lifetime ago although he continued to for reasons of his own. We divorced back in 2024, and in a logical world, the accounts should have been buried alongside the marriage. But this week, I felt a sudden, divine urgency. I realized that every lingering account was a door left opened to a former life. And every open door of the past acts as a hindrance to the doors God is swinging wide for my future. He is doing a "new thing," and as I’ve been standing on Isaiah 43:18-19 for 2026, I know the old things simply cannot come along for this ride. This was a necessary step in the command I’ve felt from God this month: "Release the ashes." I can no longer carry the evidence of something that died long ago. In my study of Jeremiah 50, I saw how God handled the return of Israel and Judah from their exile in Babylon. He didn't just move them; He utterly dismantled Babylon so that nothing remained of their place of captivity. We are all guaranteed seasons of exile but a beautiful season of redemption follows—if only we are brave enough to release the ashes of the dead things and finally close the accounts.
- Ashley Semila
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