Reading @JonAcuff ‘s book Start got me started in researching about blogging, but not actually doing. This divorce process has pushed me to take steps I’ve long put aside, waiting for the “perfect” idea, the “perfect” layout, the “perfect” everything. Now all I’m waiting on, is the perfect time to hit publish.
I had to return to our marital hometown for mediation re: custody of the children. On the morning of 10/30, after yet another restless night, I gave up at 5 AM and started writing … and yes, crying. Those big, fat tears that silently roll down your cheeks, communicating your pain more than words ever could. And that’s when the idea for I Bleed Love was born. I realized that with every wound he gives me, love pours out. He tells me about his infidelity from the time we were engaged on, and that night, what do I do? I ask him to come to our bed once more, where I laid my hands on him and prayed a prayer of blessing and healing, proclaiming God’s Word over him. I couldn’t not do it. It’s what’s in me.
You see, God is such a good God. None of this is a surprise to Him. His promises for me are not dependent on any person other than Himself, and my willingness to submit, obey, and follow wherever He leads, even if it is through the valley of the shadow of the death of my marriage. Finding out about my husband’s unfaithfulness didn’t change Who God is, or the long list of God’s faithfulness to me over the course of my life and that of my predecessors. He is TOO good. TOO good for me to do anything other than what He would do.
At that point, the anointing was so protective on me, that whenever I looked at my husband, all I saw was brokenness. I didn’t feel the personal betrayal yet. I only saw what he had done against God (Ps. 51:4). I saw who God designed him to be, who God called him to be, who God desired him to be, and who God was still willing and able to transform him to be. That’s for whom I had fallen to begin with. That’s to whom I had committed myself for life, over whom I had wrestled with both God and the enemy for 15 years, and that’s for whom my heart interceded at that moment. And too many moments since.
The two inciting catalysts now? The discovery I endured last night, and knowing that today I have to tell my kids their dad doesn’t want to be married to their mom anymore.
There’s nothing like pain to push you to a deeper level of prayer, worship, and complete dependence on God, His timing, and His sovereignty. After yet another fitful night of sleep and dreams about him, I woke up at 1 AM, with so many songs playing through my head, lyrics like “Holy, there is no one like You,” “What a beautiful name it is,” and “I see You move, You move the mountain.” And Scriptures like, “I will lift up my eyes to the hills from whence cometh my help,” and “I know the plans I have for you.” I finally called it quits around 545A and started getting ready for the day. In the meantime, I watched a T.D. Jakes’ video that was complete confirmation of what God had shown me last week when I was in our marital hometown, prepping our forever home for sale 5 months after purchase.
So this morning, I prayed, full of the Spirit, and then began. I thought about what to tell the kids. I created their YouTube channel and my own (no link for theirs, ha!). And I started this blog.
My blog won’t look perfectly professional; my entries won’t be perfectly constructed. But they’ll be honest and transparent. My whole life, I’ve been guarded. And I’ve spent the last 13 years in isolation. The truth is setting me free, and I don’t want to worry about being perfected in private before sharing in public anymore.
And my hope is that as I process the pain and roller coaster of emotions of this unexpected, devastating, pulverizing journey, something will resonate with you, Reader, and someone out there will know they too can experience the love, protection, and promises of the God Who holds me so close right now.