Let’s start with the beginning of the end. I have two beautiful kids, a cute little house in an adorable small town, great friends, a nice church and I’m married to my best friend, Doug. So how is it that one day this spring, my entire life completely shattered?
Early this spring my husband came to me sharing that he had been unfaithful. To say that I was completely blindsided is an understatement. The word “devastated” only glances on the surface of the feelings that I had. I guess I had always considered us “affair proof.” I guess I was wrong.
My husband and I were approaching our 20th wedding anniversary. Sure, we’ve had some ups and downs and sometimes a little staleness, but I never doubted “us” for a second. We’ve faced many challenging blows during our marriage; the loss of grandparents, issues with infertility, the loss of a baby, previous relationship poachers, caring for an ailing parent, recovery from an online addiction, losing a father unexpectedly, navigating a financial crisis, and most recently, having our home ripped apart by tornado. But, with every blow that we have faced, we have emerged stronger…except for now.
My marriage was now over. All hope was lost.
Immediately after the discovery, I went into survival mode. I guess I had gotten used to “surviving” after piecing our lives back together after a tornado took our house in November. I had things to secure, children to counsel, a house to rebuild, my job and coaching obligations to maintain. I gave no thought to the idea of reconciliation at the time. My prayers had gone from praising God for His many blessings one day, to begging God for mercy and guidance the next.
I began preparing for the worst. The reality was, within four months, I had gone from a wife and mother in a middle class American neighborhood, to a single, homeless mom with nothing but a few totes of clothes and boxes of mud covered belongings. My job, although I loved it, was not a career for which I could support two children and myself. I therefore began the process of going back into the corporate world, a world that I hadn’t been part of in twelve years. I was ready though. I would do whatever it took to take care of my kids. (See, there’s that survival mode again.)
With the support of many wonderful friends, I faced every day head on and I leaned heavily on my faith. It certainly was not easy, but if I took it hour-by-hour (sometimes minute-by-minute) and leaned on God and those who cared for me, I could manage the daily tasks. It wasn’t until several months later that friends and family began sharing with me that as I was preparing to walk away from everything I knew, everyone else began praying for my husband and me. They were praying for us…even when I wasn’t.
I have never, ever doubted the power of prayer or my faith in God. I know that God is capable of changing anything at any time in the name of His love however, I had given up His ability to restore my husband and our marriage. I shudder at the very thought of me saying “giving up on God” but essentially, that is what I had done. I am not proud to admit that I had given up on Him, but I will happily scream from a rooftop that God never gave up on me.
It is my hope, that as I share my experience of hitting rock bottom, and the climb back out, that I might be able to give hope to you in your struggle. Let me warn you though, getting to the place of hope and healing is not easy or quick. In fact, most professionals will tell you that it TAKES YEARS of doing hard work in order to learn to trust and restore a peaceful heart. This is a difficult concept to grasp as we are living in an age of instant answers and gratification, but it is not impossible. If I can challenge you with one request it is if you can get gratification within a moment, then just hang on for one moment and then one moment more.
But the Lord stood with me and gave me strength. 2 Timothy 4:17