I was sent a link today to something that had made the cover of the New Zealand news. My ex-husband of 7 weeks was being exposed for his fraudulent activities in a very public way.
The bigger story will need to wait but to cut a long story short, a few years ago I found out about some other terrible things and our marriage was over before it had begun. Now here he was facing his reckoning.
I loved this man deeply and when I lost him I lost my whole world. When he was gone, so was all I had.
This was my defining come back to God moment. Where I became broken the most. Failed relationship after failed relationship brought me to this final point where my heart was completely shattered. I gave myself away to the wrong man over and over for him only ever to stomp on my heart, self esteem and possessions. They would throw me away like I had never been worth anything and now, this was just one more failed marriage too many. I couldn’t see a way out this time and it was here I had no choice but to cry out to my God with all that was in me.
They say praise Him in these times and I hadn’t done that before. I always saw it as blah blah talk and generic Christian waffle. But today I saw that by my own logic, life never ended up working out anyway so… I started to give this “Praising God” thing a try.
With tears of defeat streaming down my face I looked around for something to be grateful for and out the window I saw a withered grapevine. I love grapes.
“Praise you God for the grapevine outside my bedroom window”. I whispered. It felt like I was choking on the words while tears streamed down my face. I didn’t want to do it. The words made me feel sick to my stomach because life was so terrible that how could I praise Him when He had brought me here? But eventually as I did over and over the heaviness began to lift.
In that week so many miracles started to happen and life for me turned completely around. The following summer, grapes began to grow and I was so excited to eat them, but then I woke up one morning to every single grape gobbled up by two fat birds hopping around on the grass too bloated to even fly.
Then a few months later when all the leaves had turned brown and withered, almost a year to the day something made me look out the window, and there a single bunch of fully-grown grapes perfect and untouched, had grown just for me xx
I Am The Woman At The Well 