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All of my life I’d heard with my ears “Marriage is forever, only parted by death. Never let the word ‘divorce’ be part of your vocabulary”. I had seen with my eyes, the generations before me — the women — endure MUCH (which I now realize was only the tip of the iceberg). Even when I felt God release me from my vows and I “stepped away” — divorce was never my goal. Five years later my (adult) children told me I should go ahead and file for divorce. Still, I was hesitant, fearful. I knew God knew I’d done everything He’d required of me. I knew He loved me more than He hated divorce. I was employed by a Christian business. What would the CEO think? I was assured he would not look down on me, I would not lose my job. I didn’t want to disappoint my grandmother — who was deceased! She was a devoted Christian and had endured MUCH in 64 years of marriage, had “scriptural reasons” many times to leave. My aunt assured me Grandmother wouldn’t be disappointed in me — she’d be proud of me for having the courage to leave. So, I filed, signed all the papers, did all the things, chose to be in court that day, I wanted to HEAR the judge when he pounded his gavel and spoke — I thought surely my hearing was off. I asked my attorney “Did he just say ‘Divorce is granted as PRAYED for’”? I had never prayed for a divorce. I had prayed for everything else though — for sobriety, for healing, for reconciliation, for redemption, for my family to be made whole again. 7 years after I’d “stepped away” and 2 months before our 36th anniversary a divorce was granted. Maybe that step had to come first and the other would follow — yet in different forms.

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