I am divorced. Not three words I ever expected to use to describe myself. But, here I am. Divorced.Growing up, I knew of people who were married in the temple and divorced, and it always made me heartbroken. Eternity was the promise, but for some reason, eternity would never be. These were good people too, people whom I admired and respected. People I had known my whole life. As much as I admired and loved them, I never expected to join their ranks.There are others whom I saw why they ended up divorced, and it made me heartbroken in a different way. They had lost their way and let go of the iron rod. They gave up on their faith, their marriage, and themselves.For a long while I thought I may had slipped into this second category. Had I fled from my marriage and lost a great deal of faith in myself? I doubted my judgment, whether I had done enough, whether I was even good enough. But my faith was the one thing that never faltered. My faith always remained, and that faith was enough to allow Christ to carry me through.I am divorced, and I know it is the Lord’s will for me to be so.
Published on December 05, 2019 21:34