When the road to divorce became a reality, as well as when I was first divorced, church became a two-edged sword for me. It was hard to go alone. It was hard to sit alone. It was hard not to cry.
But, I went.
I went because hearing a message reminded me that God was near. Being with fellow believers reassured me that I was a part of something far greater than myself. And, the lyrics and sounds of the songs lifted my soul.
The real conflict was that I felt like I let God down even though I wasn’t the one who initiated the end of my marriage. Even though I had been a good and faithful wife, I felt like I failed. It was confusing to say the least.
Plus, I was embarrassed.
But, I went.
Beyond the outward experience of a place of worship, the deeper reason I went to church was because it soothed my soul. It reminded me that God hadn’t changed. God hadn’t abandoned me.
God still loved me. I didn’t have to be ashamed before God. In fact, if I followed him I could trust that he was moving behind the scenes to build my life into something that would be more than I could hope or imagine.
I write this on the day before Easter. I encourage you to find a house of worship and go. Go every Sunday. Relax in the Lord. Absorb the powerful sense of knowing you are in God’s house in communion with fellow believers. Open your heart to God’s grace and love.
Thankfully, you don’t have to be in church to connect with God. Yet, celebrating God with a community of believers is refreshing. In fact, refreshing is what Easter is about.
Christ rose from the grave so that each of us can be refreshed. He paid the price for our sins. We can know we are destined for eternal life and we can turn our eyes to a new beginning even here on earth.
If Jesus can give you life after death, he can surely give you life after divorce!
He is risen. He is risen indeed.