Ten years ago today, I walked down the aisle to my groom.
As we left the art museum that afternoon, neither one of us could have anticipated our marriage would end almost five years later.
I am thankful for the years that God allowed me to spend with my groom.
And believe it or not, I am thankful He allowed the divorce too.
I expected my husband to be everything that God should have been.
I sought my identity and security and purpose in my husband and in being his wife.
He couldn’t fulfill those demands because he wasn’t created to.
It took my marriage failing to learn that that ache in your heart, that feeling that something’s missing, that longing to be truly known can only be filled and sustained by God.
God has shown himself faithful and patient and forgiving throughout my life.
God has taken the shards of my broken heart, held each piece in his healing hands, and put them back together in a way that only he could.
And in the process, I have fallen in love with God.
In Him I find my identity and purpose and am truly known.
