I’ve been married twice. My first husband was a man I thought was the man of my dreams.
Our marriage was AWESOME… for three whole weeks!
One Friday night, he didn’t come home. I was sure that he was stopping to get me flowers. (After all, it was my birthday weekend.)
By 1:00 am, I’d called his mother, all the hospitals, and the police. Saturday morning turned into Saturday night. I fell asleep, exhausted from crying all day. Sunday morning turned into Sunday night and I started thinking that I’d never see him again.
That’s when he BURST through the door in a fit of anger! He’d gotten paid on Friday and blown his entire paycheck on crack cocaine. When he ran out of money, he came home to hurt me.
He maxed out our credit cards. He sold the furniture out of our house. Even a restraining order didn’t stop him.
He got so violent that he broke my rib and herniated a disk in my neck when he threw me through a wall!
Just give me a screwdriver. Even to this day, I can change out a deadbolt lock in under FIVE MINUTES!
I prayed! God, SAVE my marriage! God, make him love ME more than he loves drugs! It was the most painful time of my life!
I couldn’t figure it out. I thought, for sure, God had FAILED ME.
But, God says, “Trust Me! My ways are not your ways. I’m so much bigger than you can ask think or imagine!”
Now, when I look at my life, my husband David, my family, my calling and my ministry; when I look at the special insight and revelation I have to speak to hurting people…. I realize that God didn’t fail me at all. I came THOROUGH!
God was protecting and PREPARING me for this ministry. I’m EXACTLY where I’m supposed to be!
Have you ever felt like God failed you?