I had an interesting conversation recently with a friend. We've seen each other here and there, talked in person on brief occasions. But most importantly also, we're friends on Facebook. As happens from time to time, I get a message on Facebook that turns into a conversation, and sharing stories with other women. I've actually lost count of the times this has happened to me over the last year. But each time, it leaves me marveling at what God is doing through my story. It's not me. I'm the broken sinner in all of this. It's all God. Everything that happens, the glory goes to Him. Apart from God, I can do nothing. I learned that lesson the hard way.
Well, last night I had a friend pop me up on Facebook chat, and the outcome was the same, mostly. She had read my story on my blog, and wanted to talk to me about it. I was taken aback when she told me that when she first read my blog, she was mad at me. As she read more, her anger faded and she started to see me in a different light. Not just the cheater who ruined her marriage and wrecked her emotions, taking others down with her. She saw the heart of who I was then, and who I am today.
Well, last night I had a friend pop me up on Facebook chat, and the outcome was the same, mostly. She had read my story on my blog, and wanted to talk to me about it. I was taken aback when she told me that when she first read my blog, she was mad at me. As she read more, her anger faded and she started to see me in a different light. Not just the cheater who ruined her marriage and wrecked her emotions, taking others down with her. She saw the heart of who I was then, and who I am today.