Deborah's Love Story August 13th, 2010

Like Dorothy Gale, I felt for a long time that my heart’s desires couldn’t possibly be found at home. So I packed up the kids and ran. While I was away, my husband got the therapy he needed and began to see and correct the abusive behavior. How many women get to say that, amen? On my end, I was trying to ignore God. Not an easy thing to do. I kept trying to set up house in this other city in this other state, and kept hitting roadblocks. I ‘d hear the still, small voice “maybe that’s a sign, this isn’t meant to happen, go home.” I was just so afraid to go home. I got a job, and the young man who trained me on my first day asked me if I’m saved. He was thrilled when I said yes because it meant he could speak freely about the Lord around me. We chatted throughout the shift, and at one point he asked about my situation. I had an inner arguement “say God won’t bring me to it if He won’t bring me through it…no everybody says that, it’s done to death…SAY it!” So I said it. He grinned from ear to ear, asked me to say it again, and repeated it for the rest of the day. See that? God knows better than we do if we’d hush and listen. LOL A couple of days later in church, I prayed “God help me let go and give it all to You.” The next morning I woke up with an unignorable overwhelming NEED to go home. I called my husband and said “come get me” and he did. Things aren’t perfect, but they’re much better. He brought us to it and brought us through it. God is SO good, all the time!