Promises are powerful things. In the end, the only thing we can have assurance in, rest our faith in, is God's promises. We make promises that we don't keep, some we make are impossible to keep. Not so long ago, I made a couple of promises, commitments to Christ. I've done that a few times in my life. Mostly they were motivated by being lost in grief, based in fear, bargaining with God. I promised God that I'd _________(fill in the blank) if He would __________ (fill in the blank)
Uh... ohhkayyy.
So thats what I'm doing. Trying to be as transparent as I can and still respect the privacy of others. But I've come to see that Satan is also using my fear to keep me quiet. Whats that look like? That means that he doesn't want me talking about my life in a really bad marriage, he doesn't want me writing about the impact of life with an addict, it means that I keep quiet so that I don't rock the boat between Steve and I. Every one of those fear based.
Last November I severed all communication with Steve (ex husband). He'd crossed that final boundary, a place I never thought he'd go...and he did. The blessing is I was still carrying the torch of hope that maybe, someday, one day we'd be able to put the house of cards back together. But God knew I needed one last powerful event to blast the rose colored glasses off my face! Severing communication was difficult. But I reminded myself that God had heard my plea's for peace and tranquility in my life and the number one way He showed me to do that was to stop the pain and chaos of the relationship with Steve.
The price paid for following Jesus? Loosing people who we thought loved us...and worth every bit of it.
God is good....God paid for us!
