In April of 2011, I heard the words that no one should ever hear. “I don’t love you anymore.” Words that cut deep and wide and leave wounds and gashes that sting with the passing of every second that will follow. Since that fateful day, I have resolved myself to fight for my family and marriage with the strength and a resolve that can only come from our precious Jesus, the Bearer of wounds and gashes that cut much deeper and wider than I will ever know. I rest in the One that understands betrayal like no other, and I am allowing myself to be carried by the One that has had a mulititude of backs turned on Him and love withheld.
Ezekiel 36: 22-36 speaks of restoration and hope. I claim it for my husband. I claim it for myself. I claim it for my family.
Ezekiel gave me hope today.