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Five Minute Friday: Last

We were supposed to last. On paper it didn't look like we should. I was 8 years older than you but I acted younger than my age and you acted older so we met in the middle. We were supposed to defy the odds and be in the 50% that lasted. Then one day you told me you were going to move out, then another day you told me you wanted a divorce. I felt like it was going to be the last time I was loved.

Tomorrow you are getting remarried.  I thought I would be your last wife because when you left, you told me that you didn't want to be married. But today they published your marriage license in the newspaper so that makes it oh so real that our marriage did not last.

I have spent a lot of time questioning things - why didn't we last, what was the last thing I said to you before you left, will this heartache last forever?

One thing I have not questioned is God's love for me. It will last forever.

If I let go of this heartache, it won't last forever. You may not even be the last husband I have. My belief in myself has to outlast this rejection so that I can be the person I was supposed to be and that my lasting impression on this earth is one of a victor not a victim who helped others when their forever didn't last.

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  1. ChandraAugust 23, 2013 at 7:50 PM

    Oh, Andrea--
    Thank you so much for writing this. I trust this was divine timing, this word on this day, and I hope that these five minutes proved to be therapeutic and healing for you. I wish you grace and peace and love--the satisfying, ever-LASTing love of our perfect Savior, as you learn what this new life looks like.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 24, 2013 at 3:39 PM

    I recently underlined every reference to God's love for us in the bible - the main theme seemed to be that it was faithful and everlasting. May you know His love for you more and more in what I imagine is a difficult week and may you go from victim to victor in order that you can encourage many others.

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