there was a woman…
She was married to a wonderful man and had a handsome son and two beautiful daughters. The man was a hard worker and an even harder working full-time college student. The 3 children were all in elementary school and loved their parents very much. The woman kept diligent watch over her children and took marvelous care of her husband, supporting him in his work, his schooling and his dream; his dream to become a minister.
One day, the woman and the man engaged in a heated argument. An argument that, 15 years later, they no longer recall. This argument lead to hurt feelings, broken hearts and foolish choices. Choices that devoured the rest of their lives. Apparently, the man was not always kind and was prone to angry fits – fits that left the woman feeling tiny and worthless. His frustration,although justified, was out of control and violently expressed. Over the course of marriage she had forgotten that her worth was in Christ, not in her husband’s treatment of her. The man had forgotten his first love, Christ, and in defense of his family responsibility, loved himself more. He made himself feel big by making his wife feel small. The woman had enough.
Other men made her feel appreciated, important, attractive and one-of-a-kind. A job made her feel worthy, necessary and valued. Spending less time with her children gave her a sense of freedom – freedom she had never experienced before. She liked feeling free. She enjoyed doing whatever she pleased. Earning her own money gave her satisfaction.
Eventually, she found the real love of her life. She had a child with her love – glorying in the stark difference between him and her previous children. The woman lost weight, colored her hair and let her ex-husband move their children across the country. Now THIS was the life God intended for her! Finally! After so many years of wasted time, wasted love and wasted energy, she was finally where she belonged…
Until she wasn’t. Again, she had married the wrong man. She had lost so many more years to someone who treated her like crap – just different crap than before. Surely if she moved on to this other guy…oh, that wasn’t it either. Three marriages and three divorces later, she still has no idea of who she is or who she’s supposed to be. But each time she moved on, she was certain it was God’s plan.
Or was it her plan, wrapped in god wrapping paper?
How many times do we use God’s written word to justify the means to an end? Looking up verses that “speak” to us, “calm” us or even “prove” His will for us? How can God be telling us we’re on the right track if we’re blatantly moving against His guidance? How can we be sure it’s God telling us to divorce our husband when we’re already involved in another relationship with another man? (Oh yes, this the woman did also.) How can we know? Where are we getting our advice? From friends who have made the same stupid choices, or from those who have suffered through and come out on the other side? Does God give us permission to right a wrong by doing another wrong ourselves? Or does He expect us to keep our promise
To have and to hold,
From this day forward,
For better, for worse,
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
‘Till death do us part.
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