Six years ago today I gave God a year.
January 4, 2004.
I’d just confessed to an affair, my marriage was in shambles and I had no idea what the future held. I didn’t know if my husband was going to leave me or if he’d take our daughter with him.
I couldn’t bear to think about the next day and I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow. My “future” was as hazy and undefined as it ever had been.
So I gave God all that I had, because honestly at the time, I had very little of my own. My integrity was shot. My marriage was fractured. Every one of my relationships with friends and family members were iffy at best and rocked at worst. To be the most hideous of clichés, I had hit rock bottom.
The only where to go was up.
The weekend after my life fell apart (or rather began) my pastor preached a sermon. He asked us to “give God a year” and see what could happen.
A year. At this point I was ready to give God and my husband the rest of my life so a year seemed easy. I was ready to do all that it took to piece my life and my relationships back together the right way.
We began to go to regular marriage counseling and in addition to that we met with pastoral counselors. We read through the Bible beginning with Genesis in January and ending with Revelation in December. I erased phone numbers, emails and memories from my life that would tempt or hinder my healing. I made calls to friends and members of my family explaining, apologizing, and weeping with them. I focused on my husband, on my daughter and creating the safe home that I’d failed so desperately to make before. I centered my life on living righteously for God and making wise choices from this point forward.
It took a year.
A year to grieve.
A year to mend.
A year to learn how to move forward together as a couple, to learn how to communicate, to learn how to love each other.
By the end of that calendar year when 2005 was looming before us, we looked back. Although unfinished, our healing had taken huge strides. Our growth as a couple and as Christ-followers had leaped ahead of what we had ever thought possible. We had new friends, had repaired old friendships and were enjoying life as “newlyweds”. Yes, we had to mourn the death of our old marriage, but what was occurring in our hearts now almost made up for all the pain.
Why? Because we were willing to give God our whole hearts and a year’s time and see what He could do with it. It ended up being much more amazing than we could have ever hoped.
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