I was there when you found out what he did. He had vowed before me and other witnesses that he would give himself only unto you, but that vow was shattered. As the shock waves rolled over you, I held you. When you believed it was too much to bear, it was my strength that caught you by surprise. You thought no one could understand the betrayal, but I did … because I am intimately acquainted with betrayal. Before you cried out for me I was already with you … and when you cursed me, I refused to leave. As you sat on your bed in the dark, I wept with you.
Even when both of you were ready to give up on your marriage, I was not. I have loved you both your entire lives. It was I who brought you together that day you met in the grocery store. You felt my affection the day you wore white. Your marriage was never about just two. I was your biggest fan.
When your husband admitted the affair was wrong, that thought did not originate with him. Repentance was not his idea. It was me who caused you to seek help, even when you thought it was over. I know how angry and hopeless you were that day in the pastor’s office. When the two of you sat with him, it was not three in that room, but four of us. I gave him the words you desperately needed to hear. From me, he received the ability to see hope grow from ground that had been scorched.
Then the thing you never saw coming happened. I gave you mercy in the face of failure, grace in the presence of brokenness. When you said what he did was unforgiveable, the desire to forgive ambushed you. I gave you a new heart. I repaired what you called irreparable. I redeemed what you thought was hopeless. I helped you find something you believed forever lost.
I set your marriage on a new journey. One better than anything you had previously experienced. When you told your pastor last week that your marriage was the best it has been in eight years, I smiled. I have made your marriage new. I get the credit. You get the joy.
