He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.
~Psalm 40: 2
All stories, even the ones we love, must eventually come to an end and when they do, it’s only an opportunity for another story to begin.
~ Edward Applebaum, the Hat Collector, Mr. Macgorium’s Wonder Emporium, 2007
<span “font-size:10.0pt;font-family:”calibri”,”sans-serif”;mso-ascii-theme-font:=”” minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:calibri;=”” mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin”=””>There are many dates in history which stand out as milestone or pivotal events. For instance, in a roomful of folks, if the following questions were asked, most would have a definite answer:
- Where were you when President Kennedy was shot?
- What were you doing when you heard about the Challenger explosion?
- Where were you on 9/11?
For me, June 13, 2000 is a significant milestone. Fifteen years ago on this date, a chapter of my life closed with the stroke of a judge’s pen and the words, divorce granted. My nine-year, turbulent, abusive marriage to a missionary/preacher had ended due, leaving me alone (due to his abandonment) to raise my two small children, my son was 6 at the time and my daughter had turned 5 the day before.
Fifteen years ago, I was jobless and was fixing to be homeless, as a few short days later, my parents were arriving from Ohio to pick us up and haul me, my children and the remnants of my shattered life. Shattered is a fairly good descriptor of my life on this date fifteen years ago. In spite of the marriage, the life I had in Texas was quite nice. I was: privileged to have been a stay at home mom for three years (after leaving a disastrous teaching career), teaching piano lessons in my home, teaching music one day a week at my kids’ preschool, quite involved in a local church, able to enjoy a tremendous group of neighbors and friends, and also enjoying a large house with a two car garage and a fantastic yard.
I had no clue what my future was going to be. I mean, really…divorce was just not supposed to happen to someone like me. I had grown up in a Christian home; I had “followed the rules”; I had a degree from a Christian University; I had given my life to missions; I MARRIED a missionary. No….this was just not supposed to happen! Christians are not supposed to get divorced!! But, it did and there I was: completely broken.
<span “font-size:10.0pt;font-family:”calibri”,”sans-serif”;mso-ascii-theme-font:=”” minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:calibri;=”” mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin”=””>In upcoming blog entries, I will detail my early days of divorce recovery, but today, I want to look back and at where I was fifteen years ago and celebrating how God has brought me through and has restored my brokenness. Today, I sit in my small, paid-for, house with a one-car garage and a semi-new vehicle and a way-cool garden. Today, I am taking a weekend break from my employment, which is a very unique career path that I thoroughly enjoy. Today, I am receiving texts from my 21 year old son and my daughter who turned 20 yesterday. Today, I am celebrating a beautiful, sunny Saturday with my wonderful, godly husband.
Fifteen years ago today, incapable of cognitive thought, I was scared, broken, shattered, defeated and ashamed as I lost everything that was familiar to me. God, in His goodness, did not leave me there. He restored my life to something I could not have even imagined. Of course, my life isn’t perfect, but it does not have to be because God is good.
I am not sure what to call this date (Divorce-iversary?) It was a terrible, depressing day fifteen years ago, but, even though that chapter of my life came to a screeching, abrupt and unexpected end, God had another one ready for me and my children.
Life will, I’m sure, take some more unexpected twists and turns, as it usually does, but this one thing I know: God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good!