Friday, October 26, 2012

the grass is not greener.


“He lets me rest in green meadows;
He leads me beside peaceful streams.”
Psalm 23:2

Every so often, I get an email or a phone call from someone who is either contemplating or in the midst of divorce, lamenting over their unhappy marriage.  They’ve already began fantasizing about some mythical, post-divorce, over-the-rainbow land where troubles melt like lemon drops and all that.  Where everyone gets to the other side unscathed – the sun is brighter, the sky is bluer and the grass is greener…
Invariably, it’s almost always someone who resides on the exterior of my life.  They see shiny, happy faces in the photographs and piece together a some sort of post-divorced life success story, having no grasp of the years of heartache, turmoil, pain and regret that flowed beneath the surface.  They are peering in through a stained glass that has taken years for the Lord to meld the shattered pieces together.  Yes, He makes beauty from ashes, but no – I don’t wish for anyone to choose to walk through the destructive fire of that sin...

I listen to their stories and feel pangs of empathy... and of dread. Empathy because I vividly remember being there, desperately wanting affirmation, confirmation, encouragement.  I wanted comfort from someone who had been through it, to see that they were okay - to believe that I would be okay, too.  And then the dread - dread because I know the truth I have to speak is in direct opposition to the lies spoken to them by the enemy of our souls...  
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