He had been thinking about it for months. "I'm miserable. My wife is miserable. Why go on. It unfair to both of us." He built up his courage and approached her. "I want a divorce." His affect was flat and unemotional. He had built up his resolve and no word from her could touch him. He knew he was doing the right thing for the both of them. Surely, this marriage, in the state it's in was not what God had intended for either of them. So he stood up to her tears and pleading and left that day.
His words to her opened up a floodgate of emotions and an overwhelming fear. She felt like the earth had opened up beneath her. She was well aware they were both miserable. What about the promise they had made? Not just a promise before God, but to God. Everything they had gone through to understand the seriousness of that promise. "What am I going to do now?"
As he drove to his friends house, where he would stay, a song played on the radio that strengthened his resolve even further. It was an old eighties song, Harden my Heart by Pat Benetar. The words, "I'm gonna harden my heart, I'm gonna swallow my tears," became his mantra and helped him to stay focused on the goal.
She drove to her best friends house through blinding tears. Her friend was supportive. She complimented her on how well she was holding it together. Her friend pointed out that this was such a selfish move. "You will be better off in the end without him." The friend went on to list the warning signs going back to when they were dating. Of course, she hadn't said anything at the time, not wanting to interfer with a good thing, if she was wrong.
The next few days for him only built his resolve as he picked up his things, discussed money issues and made plans for his new life. His friend listened, but mainly kept silent.
The next few days for her were a night out with a fair amount of male bashing and many supportive phone calls from friends and family. She began to make plans herself.
Then she heard the quiet voice of the Holy Spirit. With nothing left to lose, she began to listen. She began a period of nearly constant prayer. It was a different way of praying than she was used to. Usually, she would do all the talking and when finished, move on with her day leaving God behind (probably scratching his head, remarking, "What was that?") Instead it was a dialog. She spent sometimes long periods in silence, just listenening to the Spirits instruction. She stopped making and taking phone calls. She fled from her current counsel and called a woman, who had been standing for her marriage for several years. She received edification and testimony to the power of God over our hearts. A tiny spot of softness is a door to Him. He found hers. The possibility still existed that He could find his. She made God a new promise. She promised not to let her heart leave the marriage unless or until he released her personally.
His friend was praying for restoration. Her friend was praying for restoration and now she was, too. Days turned into weeks and his heart began to soften one morning. As he began his day, he began to think of separation instead of divorce. It seems that that one thought was the door that was needed. Moments later, he began to talk to his friend. Out of the blue, his friend said "You are directly disobeying God!" At that moment he was broken. He says it was the first time he had any understanding of the words, "For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are open and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do" Heb 4:12-13
They agreed to separate for a short time for the purpose of prayer and preparation. By the time he came home, God had restored their love for each other. Past hurts had been healed and even the scars had begun diminishing. They had been individually tested and each came through the fire stronger.
This is my true and personal story of restoration. May it be a blessing.
I Praise God for the blessings He has bestowed on this unworthy servant.