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Torn asunder was what I wanted to label this post, yet for some reason, it changed. Here is the painful, heart wrenching, painful truncated journey of sorrow and healing.
Last May, Sammy and I separated. No details are necessary here, just a saying a friend and I came up with that would explain without detail or blame. “When God isn’t kept at the center of a relationship, it can’t succeed.”
When I left May 28, I moved with one child to my parents’ house and drove an hour one way to work 5 days a week. I loved my job and was so appreciative to still be within driving distance. Another child moved into my folks’ home with me as well a few weeks later.
My grandparents, 90 and 95, wanted to move to Missouri, (my birth place and my Papa’s) to be close to the rest of the family. My parents, grandparents, one of my girls and aunt loaded up 2 houses and moved to Missouri. I was left in a very challenging position because I was living with my kiddos and no longer had a place to stay. God always provides. Dear, life-long friends, opened their home to one of my daughters and I, to stay and volunteered to homeschool her while I continued to work a shortened day. Thankfully, my job was so very helpful and understanding and made room for me in a different position that allowed a more flexible schedule.
In November my grandfather passed away and that was so very challenging. I got the news that in December Granny was taking a turn for the worse. One of the girls decided to move home with her dad, and the folks where we were living, were going to put their home on the market, so I moved to Missouri. Here is where it gets harder. Did you know that so much judgement comes from divorce? Painful rejection, criticism, hurtful words, and some amazing support were all things the were spread out over my family in the last year. (Note to all: If you don’t know the situation, keep your comments to yourself. Pray and love the best you can. While someone is wounded, don’t kick them while they are down and throw sand in their face in the midst of their blinding pain. Instead show compassion, care and consideration. Those are things we all appreciate aren’t they?)
Granny passed in December and we buried her next to Papa. The divorce was final February 8, 2023.
The end of April, opened a new door of hope to me. My parents saw a need for a change and blessed me with a gift of healing through Wellspring Ministry in Alaska. (https://akwellspring.com/) I am equipped with new tools to bring hope and healing to others as well as myself, and formed amazing new friendships in the process. I do not know what tomorrow brings, but “Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
Be encouraged friend. Know that God redeems things that are broken and shattered, when they seem beyond repair. He restores. He loves with an everlasting love and I am so very thankful.
Love and hugs.