My friend Laura wrote a great post the other day, and I have been thinking about it quite a bit since.
We all have a story.
A little over two years ago, my story took on a horrid, horrid plot. It's a plot that sadly happens to 50% of married couples. I thought my marriage was over. When my husband confessed to me that he was involved with another woman, I remember my world crashing down around me. I was raging angry and screaming. Then, I was crying, crushed to the core. I gave myself about 15 minutes to call him names and throw things at him. Then, I remember this moment of focus and clarity. It that moment I knew I wasn't going to give in, but I was ready to fight for my marriage.
It's was a decision that I will NEVER regret. There are still people, some of them my closest relations, that still don't understand or agree with that decision.
So, how did I fight? I let it out into the light. We did not go through this battle in private. I communicated with all of my trusted friends. I got men of integrity to hound my husband. I can't even tell you how many people I had praying for us. I called him often to make sure he knew I was NOT giving up. And when he finally followed a friend's advice to get away for awhile, I prayed. That's all I could do. I had no control.
My family kept me under their wings. They held me up when I couldn't eat, clean, or take care of my dogs. I am forever grateful for the role they played in what was one of the worst things in the world that could happen to their daughter/sister. I can't imagine.
My friends brought me macaroni and cheese, ice cream, and lots of tissues. Some traveled hours to simply sit with me.
It was because of my family and friends that I knew I would be okay no matter the outcome of this plot. But knowing I would be okay didn't stop me from fighting.
I was humbled and relieved when my husband came home to me. I don't know why some people are more receptive to the movement of God and some are not. I don't know why husband responded the way he did and other husbands leave their wives (or vise versa).
God moved, and my husband freely made the choice to come home. I am so grateful. Because, I believe no matter what, God moved, but I am fully aware that Mike could have made the choice to freely leave.
Why did I share this with you?
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I share it that it might bring hope to marriages in crisis.
I share it, because it's part of who I am. It's part of my story.
What's your story? I would love to know it. Link me up if you share.