Yep. Sometimes we have to make some hard choices. But I still cannot call it extortion or coercion. Our ancestors paid some very high prices to get us where we are now, for we are standing on their shoulders. Sometimes we too have to pay a price for what we believe.
Let me explain: My husband was abusive, and at church I was sidelined and mistreated because my spiritual gifts showed up differently than the way they taught. I had NO friends. I lived that way for over 25 years. Eventually my daughter and her family came to live with us, which made it 10 people and 4 generations living in the house. Everyone seemed to be at war with everyone else. You would think that such a living arrangement would be extremely stressful. But for me, it was a thrill.
You see, I had turned over all my possessions, all my relationships, my future, my present, my past, my dreams,—everything over to my Lord Jesus. I determined that since my Lord had complete control over my life, I might as well praise Him and let him handle all my problems. In return God gave me so much peace—and joy! I’d wake up in the morning grinning from ear to ear, because I couldn’t wait to see what God would do next!
The peace and joy did not leave. In fact I lived that way for about a year, so I know it’s for real.
I’m the sort of person who tries to squeeze all the juice out of every lemon that life hands me, because I know that so often it’s in the challenging times that you grow the most, so living like this didn’t bother me.
But one day I realized that I was responsible for my husband’s sin, and for the sin of the people who were mistreating me at church. I was responsible for that because I was enabling them to sin against me! I was allowing it! So I left that church.
That’s also what gave me the gumption to tell hubby it was divorce or counseling, I didn’t care which, but he’d better choose quick, or he wouldn’t get a chance. Things got worse.
He promised me that I’d never see the kids again. I knew I’d have to put my elderly father in a nursing home, and because I had only a part time job as a cleaning lady, I knew I’d likely end up in a homeless shelter until I got back on my feet. It broke my heart, but the living situation was wrong on so many levels. My husband was the type who never heard it when I’d say, “Please don’t do that to me.” or “It hurts when you say those things.” As long as I was there beside him, he assumed everything was hunky-dory.
Many nights I cried myself to sleep, not knowing what would happen, but I was at complete peace for the future. (A very strange feeling for sure)
Then one day he came to me weeping. He said, “Honey, I’m so sorry. I never realized what I’d been doing to you! Please forgive me!”
He had taken our daughter on a cruise for her graduation present, and God showed up for him on that vacation. He tells me he spent more time crying than sleeping or anything else—That ”...the scales fell from my eyes.”
Well, I told him I would forgive him, but there was NO room for backsliding. There never has been.
We have been married 33 years now. He is now the most genuine, Godly, loving, and tender person I’ve ever known. And he changed overnight. In fact, he calls it his “Damascus Road experience”. Now he’s going around talking to men’s groups telling them how to love their wives. I’ve heard him tell people that all he has to do is see a man’s wife, and he can tell by the way she carries herself how he treats her.
He writes a newsletter that goes out to hundreds of families. Over and over he tells anyone who will listen his story. Mens’ groups, Sunday school classes, and occasionally preaching on Sunday- he’ll talk to anyone who wants to listen, and they do listen.
God is there if you have the eyes to see and the ears to hear.