After much struggle. After much pain. After much trying to figure it out. After much time, thinking, contemplating and considering, I finally was getting an answer. God was my answer. God understood. God helped me. God completed me. God made all the difference.

No, I didn’t need to know the answers to the problems. No, I couldn’t figure out the why’s, wherefore’s, or what-fore’s. I just needed to trust God to get me through. If I could do that, it was enough. He had been trying to tell me that all along but I wasn’t listening. I wanted it to turn out like I wanted it to, but that wasn’t what was happening. I had to give it all to God, every last bit. I had to trust God to take care of me and the kids, and that was saying a lot. Later on I would need to forgive him, which was extremely hard for me.

God showed me many things in the months to come. I had made many conclusions and perceptions out from the pain and trauma I had been through. Some were misconceptions and some were right on. But I found that it didn’t matter in the long run. I needed to move on and quit complaining. I was stuck in a rut. God wanted me to move forward. Eventually he showed me that it was over, completely over. Somehow that was a foreign idea for me. God brought me to a place where I literally and figuratively had to give it to God and leave it with him. I even had to stop loving my ex. I had to ask God to take away my love for him. I couldn’t continue loving him the way I did. That was very difficult for me but it was necessary.

God helped me. I started writing in a journal. I wrote my thoughts, scriptures, quotes from books, and prayers. God started showing me what I needed to learn. I started taking apart the volumes of thoughts I had compiled over the past twenty-five years. The things which I thought were so strong and invincible were not as impenetrable as I thought. I started thinking more slowly, not making harsh and immovable conclusions. I learned ‘trust me’ meant a great deal more than I originally thought. Trust Me, meant to trust God in all things. He began to redirect my thinking. I could see more of his way as I made my way.

I am now at the close of my blogs on the subject of the hurt and recovery God brought me through over twenty years ago. And, believe it or not, my ex is my friend on Facebook. We aren’t close, we don’t talk, but we aren’t enemies either. God has brought me and my ex to a place of mutual agreement. Neither one of us has married, and that’s a surprise, as well.

I could tell you a lot more but it is not necessary or advisable. I just want you to know that God is enough. Whatever your heartache, he is enough. He will carry you through, no matter how difficult it is. He loves you. He will always love you. He keeps you strong. He helps you. He ministers to you. He brings friends to you, every day and in every way. God meets our needs, every day and in every way…for every day and in every way… for every day and in every way… cont’d…

God will help you.