This colossal failure brought David to his knees. Repentance, remorse and a real heart change ensued. Though every fiber of my being wanted to leave my marriage, I found God prompting mercy, grace, and forgiveness instead.
This became the hardest and longest road of obedience I have ever walked. I failed many times in both word and deed.
Forgiveness became a daily process, self-esteem issues loomed large, grief and sorrow flowed, while anger simmered and boiled as hot as the fires of hell. There were many days I wondered if healing were even possible. I prayed incessantly, begging God to intervene, for I recognized I was on the cusp of becoming a hard woman—embittered, angry, and filled with self-pity.
Just in case you think this is the only betrayal I suffered… As I shared above, life began with childhood abuse from a parent who was suppose to shield me from the cruelty of the world, but instead caused fear every day of my childhood. Then the love of my life, my husband, turned from God and chose the road of adultery. Thereafter the two woman (my prayer partners) who I trusted with this secret, leaked details of the affair to the world. A sister who was blessed with an easy marriage turned the tables back on me. Instead of giving compassion, out of her own fear she demanded I figure out how I failed, “because a man just doesn’t cheat on his wife for no reason.” To the final betrayal of a business partner who was largely responsible for a huge financial setback. All of this betrayal hit at the same time. Talk about being thrown into the fire of adversity. Seems God really wanted me to understand betrayal…and healing, for a reason.
A compassion I know I would not have but for the suffering, is the reason I truly care about the broken-hearted, and always will. But, I also learned a truth far greater. No matter what pain and agony life serves up, there is nothing, no nothing that can separate me from the love of God. Things that I thought would crush, destroy and end my will to live, did not. I no longer am afraid of what life may bring—instead I trust the One who holds my life in His hands, and I am finally free.
I find in talking to people, that betrayal hits every life in some way, shape, or form. If you are in the throes of such pain my prayer is that this testimony will give you the encouragement, hope, and compassion you need to believe—that God truly cares to heal the broken-hearted.
I finished grade 12, with no money nor opportunity for post-secondary education, and began full-time work. I married at 20, took in my husband’s two half-brothers, a 7-year-old and a 14-year old, and became an instant mom. At 24 I had my son, and at 26 my daughter. Paying the bills was a priority, so I joined the millions of others that responsibly pay their taxes, raise their children and head out the door to a job they loath every day.
It wasn’t until my children were grown that I went back to school and became a personal trainer. For the first time in my life I had a job outside the home that I actually enjoyed.
When an unforeseen illness hit and physically demanded I could not work, I had the gift of time. Out of sheer boredom, I decided to write one of the many stories that danced in my head. I was astonished at the depth, emotion and fulfillment I found in writing fiction. My imagination took flight. At 40-plus I found what I was destined to be when I grew up. A writer.
Only recently, life has opened the doors to my writing, with both the gift of time and opportunity. Words haunt the portals of my mind, ever beckoning to me. They ferment and brew, then spill upon the pages with the tap, tap, tap of my keyboard. I bring to you a piece of myself in each book of fiction, non-fiction, each blog, each devotional. My prayer is that you will find a resounding message of love and hope…where the hurt and the Healer (Jesus Christ) collide.