In 2012, my husband of eight years started wondering if he should leave me. His internal discontent, unprocessed trauma from tragically losing his mother, and declining spiritual life spiraled faster and faster until he came to a crossroads. He agreed to go on a Christian men’s retreat and said, “if God doesn’t change me while I’m there, then I’m going to have to change something when I get back.”
I knew what that meant. So I fasted and prayed. More than a dozen caring people came to my parent’s home for intercessory prayer. I just knew God was going to heal my husband at this retreat in California, comfort him from his loss, revive him spiritually, and renew his love and commitment to me. Everyone was certain it would play out that way. After all, God isn’t for divorce! Surely He would intervene and change my husband’s heart. This was just the dark, dramatic moment before the Happily Ever After. The uncomfortable night before the redemption. The brokenness before the restoration! We were going to have a testimony of God’s glory!
Five days later, I picked him up from the airport and he left me that same night.
It was only a few days before Valentines.