They spoke truth and reminded me of God’s heart for ME. They provided for me to get much needed counseling (another huge shout out, to Aaron Moore, hope-speaking counselor extraordinaire). The pastors of the churches I have called home all called and prayed over me. Not only the ones who physically cared for me but the ones who have partnered with me to share the gospel for 25 years. Truth resonated like it had not in a long time.
My friends spoke truth boldly, and my heart rested. Away from the lies, I began to long for truth. They made me question reality, question myself. I can’t sugarcoat life “before.” I am only just now beginning to recognize all the lies. Friends came to paint walls with me, others came to help hang pictures I was too emotional to hang, and a co-worker became a dear friend as he brought a dead piece of furniture to life for me.
More friends came on Saturdays for “packing parties.” Billy Wygle (shout out!), sold our house in two days for full asking price and made sure I was cared for in the best way possible buying my new home. My parents literally came and not only got our house show-ready to sell but then packed almost all of it. I say it as the most real thing in my life.įriends have wrapped their arms around me tight. I do not say that with an ounce of cheese. The only answer I have for how I have made it through this year is the very sustaining grace of God. I have been living in survival mode for far longer than our bodies are meant. There is a never a good time to end a marriage, but may I suggest during a pandemic while finishing graduate school may be the worst? My adrenaline level has been off the charts. The last year has been the hardest of my life. Last September would have been our 20 th wedding anniversary. He had made the decision to break our wedding vows. A lifetime of pain and wounding had brought us here.
Other things were observed, too, but they don’t matter here. A friend of hers had seen Cody having dinner with another woman. The conversation obviously cost her a lot. It was a year ago my neighbor asked to talk to me. It’s been a year since our family fell apart. A year since what I thought the future would look like came to a crashing halt, since my kids lost having two parents who are committed to one another and are married under the same house. It has been almost a year since my life changed irrevocably.
(Learning how to take pictures by myself)