If you have been reading along; you already know that this season of my life has not been quiet.
You know about the anxiety that sat on my chest like a weight I couldn’t lift. You know about the night I cried out to God in desperation; can You hear me? Can You see this? You know about the tearing of clothes; the grief, the hard decision, the stepping away from a painful situation because staying had become unsustainable.
And now I want to tell you what happened next.
I came home.
But before I tell you about coming home; I need to tell you about the moment this journey actually began. Because it didn’t begin with a decision I made. It began with a word I received from God; a word that I did not ask for, did not expect, and honestly; did not want.
The word that changed everything.
There was a moment in my marriage where my world collapsed.
I don’t have any other way to describe it. The ground beneath everything I thought I knew simply gave way. And in the middle of that freefall; in the rawness of fresh, devastating pain; I went to God.
I wasn’t looking for a scripture. I was looking for permission. Permission to walk away. Permission to be done. Permission to protect myself from a pain I had done nothing to deserve.
Instead; God gave me 1 Corinthians 7:10-16.
"A wife must not separate from her husband. But if she does, she must remain unmarried or else be reconciled to her husband. And a husband must not divorce his wife. For the unbelieving husband has been sanctified through his wife... God has called us to live in peace."
I want to be honest with you about what it felt like to receive that word in that moment.
It felt impossible. It felt unfair. It felt like everything in me was screaming one thing and God was quietly; firmly; saying another.
Have you ever received an instruction from God that you didn’t want? That contradicted every human instinct you had? That asked more of you than you thought you were capable of giving?
That was me. Sitting with a scripture that felt like the heaviest thing I had ever been asked to carry.
And yet; something in me knew. The way you know when God has spoken; not loudly, not dramatically; but with a clarity and a weight that is unmistakable. This was not my own reasoning. This was not what I would have chosen for myself. This was a divine instruction delivered to a broken heart at the worst possible moment.
And I had a choice to make.
The story that gave me context.
In the book of Hosea; God asked a prophet to do something that made no human sense.
He asked Hosea to love a woman named Gomer; knowing she would cause him deep pain. And then; after the wandering, after the brokenness, after everything that had fallen apart; God asked Hosea to go after her. To bring her back. To love her again.
Not because she had earned it. Not because the situation was safe or the outcome was guaranteed. But because God was using their story to illustrate something profound about His own heart toward us.
"Go, show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by another man and is an adulteress. Love her as the Lord loves the Israelites." (Hosea 3:1)
When I first read that alongside 1 Corinthians 7; something shifted in me.
Because Hosea’s obedience was not easy either. It was not the natural, human response to pain. It was a chosen, costly, faith-driven obedience that said: I trust God’s instruction more than I trust my own hurt.
And God; in His tenderness toward that broken marriage; spoke these words:
"I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope." (Hosea 2:14-15)
The Valley of Achor means the Valley of Trouble.
God took the very place of deepest pain and called it a door of hope.
I have held onto that promise with everything I have. Because if He could do it for Gomer; if He could do it for Israel; He could do it for my marriage too.
What obedience actually costs.
I want to be honest about something that I think often gets left out of testimonies like this:
Obeying God’s instruction does not make the pain disappear. It does not fast-track the healing. It does not guarantee that the other person will change or that the outcome will be what you hoped for.
What it does is keep you aligned with the One who holds the outcome.
And sometimes; that has to be enough.
There were days when 1 Corinthians 7 felt like a burden I couldn’t carry. Days when I questioned whether I had heard correctly. Days when the easier path looked so much more appealing than the obedient one. Days when I was angry at the instruction even as I was choosing to follow it.
I want you to know that. Because I think we sometimes present obedience as this clean, peaceful, serene experience. And sometimes it is. But sometimes obedience is messy and costly and it requires you to choose God’s word over your own comfort again and again and again; on the days when it feels impossible as much as on the days when it feels right.
That is not weakness. That is faith in its most honest, most human, most courageous form.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
I have leaned on that verse on the days when 1 Corinthians 7 felt too heavy to hold alone.
When gestures aren’t enough; and what you actually need.
There is a moment in every difficult season of a relationship where someone extends an olive branch. A gesture of reconciliation. A visible, tangible sign that they are trying.
And sometimes; in the middle of receiving it; you realize that what you actually need goes so much deeper than what any gesture can reach.
We don’t just need flowers. We need transformation. We don’t just need apologies. We need evidence; slow, consistent, daily evidence; that something has genuinely changed. We don’t just need promises. We need the lived-out commitment that turns a promise into a reality.
That is not cynicism. That is wisdom born from experience. And there is an important difference between the two.
I wrote a while back about trust being like a river; not a rigid structure that shatters when it breaks, but something fluid, adaptive, capable of finding new paths even through hard terrain. I still believe that. But I am also learning that a river doesn’t just flow on its own. It needs consistent rain. It needs feeding. It needs both people committed to keeping it moving.
Learning to hold both; the hope that change is possible AND the healthy caution that protects your heart while that change is being proven; is one of the most emotionally sophisticated things a person can do. It is not easy. But it is necessary.
Can you relate to that tension? Of wanting to believe; fully, wholeheartedly; and also knowing that your heart has been here before and cannot afford to be naive?
You are not cold for feeling that way. You are not unforgiving. You are just; wise. And wisdom in matters of the heart is not something to apologize for.
The courage it takes to return.
Coming home after time away is its own kind of courage.
It is not the dramatic, movie-scene kind of courage. It is quieter than that. It is the courage of choosing; with your eyes open, with your history fully intact, with no guarantees; to try again. To walk back in. To unpack your bags and decide that this space; this life; this relationship; is worth the effort of rebuilding.
I wrote before about forgiveness not being a single event but a daily practice. A moment by moment choice that sometimes requires gritted teeth and more grace than you feel you have. Returning home today was another one of those moments. Another day of choosing. Another page of the same ongoing commitment to healing that I have been writing about here for months.
And I want to be clear: returning is not the same as pretending. It is not the same as forgetting. It is not the same as accepting less than you deserve.
Returning; when it is the right decision; is an act of intentional, courageous hope. It is saying: I believe something better is possible here. And I am willing to do the work to find out if I am right.
Like Hosea; I am choosing to love not because it is easy or safe or guaranteed. But because I believe that God can take my Valley of Trouble and make it a door of hope.
That is not weakness. That is obedience. And obedience; I have learned; always costs something worth paying.
Reclaiming who you are in the process.
One of the quietest casualties of a prolonged painful season is the slow erosion of your sense of self.
You get so consumed by the struggle; so focused on surviving the next hard day; that you forget to tend to the person you were before the pain arrived. Your routines slip. Your joy dims. The things that used to energize you start to feel like luxuries you can’t afford.
I have written about this before; about the woman I had been neglecting, about finally giving myself permission to be cared for, about self-care not being indulgence but stewardship. And stepping back through my front door today; I felt that conviction more strongly than ever.
Part of coming home was a commitment to reclaim all of that.
My wellness routine. The gym. The outdoor walks with sunlight on my face. The rhythms of my work as COO of Move Supply Chain. The rituals of being a mother, a homemaker, a woman who has a life and an identity that extends far beyond her hardest season.
I am not just a person navigating a difficult marriage. I am a whole, capable, purposeful woman; and I refuse to let the pain of this season be the only story I am living.
If you have been in survival mode for a while; can I gently encourage you to reclaim one thing today? Just one. A walk. A workout. A meal you actually enjoy. A morning routine you let slip. Something small that reminds you that you are still here; still whole; still worth tending to.
Healing happens in the big decisions. But it also happens in the small, daily choices to show up for yourself.
What faith looks like in the middle of uncertainty.
I want to talk about the thread that has held every single part of this journey together; because without it none of the rest of it makes sense.
From the night I cried out to God in desperation; to the morning I woke up inexplicably calm; to the church service where Pastora Grace’s message on revival cracked something open in me; to the tearing of clothes that became my most honest prayer; to the 1 Corinthians 7 word that I chose to obey even when it hurt; God has been present in every single chapter.
Not always loudly. Not always in the ways I expected or asked for. But consistently, faithfully, tenderly present.
Just as He led Gomer back; just as He spoke tenderly over a broken marriage and called the place of pain a door of hope; He has been speaking over mine too. In my cousin’s open home. In my guardian’s quiet, steady support. In the moments of unexpected peace that had no logical explanation. In the still small voice that kept saying: keep going. I am not finished here.
Faith; I am learning; does not require certainty. It does not require a clear view of the road ahead. It does not require the situation to be resolved before you trust that God is working in it.
Faith is choosing to believe; in the middle of the uncertainty; that you are not navigating this alone.
"For I know the plans I have for you; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."(Jeremiah 29:11)
His plans for my life are not derailed by my hardest chapter. They never were. And neither are His plans for yours.
The truth about healing that nobody tells you.
Healing is not linear.
I know you have heard that before; I have even written it before. But I keep coming back to it because I keep needing the reminder; and I think you might too.
Healing is not a straight road from broken to whole. It is a winding, sometimes doubling-back, occasionally confusing path that includes good days and hard days and days where you genuinely cannot tell which one it is.
It includes returning to places that hurt you; and finding that they feel different now. It includes forgiving; and then having to choose forgiveness again the next morning. It includes hope and caution existing in the same breath; and learning to make peace with that duality instead of demanding that one of them win.
Hosea didn’t return to Gomer because everything was suddenly fine. He returned because love; real, chosen, courageous love; is not contingent on perfect circumstances. And the restoration that followed was not instant. It was a process. A journey. A daily choosing.
Just like ours.
And here is what I want you to know; because it took me a long time to believe it for myself:
All of that is okay. All of it is part of the process. None of it means you are failing at healing.
It just means you are human. And healing; for humans; is always a journey; never just an event.
For anyone standing at their own crossroads:
Maybe you are in the middle of a decision right now. Maybe God has given you a word that you didn’t ask for and don’t want. Maybe He is asking something of you that feels impossible; that contradicts every human instinct you have; that costs more than you feel you have to give.
Can I speak to you gently from the other side of that moment?
Obedience is hard. It is not always clean or peaceful or immediately rewarding. But it is always worth it. Not because everything works out the way you hoped; but because obedience keeps you in the hands of the One who holds every outcome. And there is no safer place to be.
Hold onto the word He gave you. Even on the days it feels too heavy. Even on the days you question whether you heard correctly. Even on the days when the easier path is right there and so incredibly tempting.
He gave you that word for a reason. And He will sustain you through the obedience it requires.
If you find yourself in your own Valley of Trouble today; I want you to hear this:
God specializes in turning valleys into doors.
Not someday. Not when everything is perfect. But right here; right now; in the middle of the mess and the uncertainty and the courageous, trembling choosing.
Surround yourself with people who love you without an agenda. Lean into your faith when the uncertainty feels loudest. Take care of your body even when your heart is tired. And give yourself the grace to be exactly where you are; without rushing yourself toward a finish line that healing doesn’t actually have.
You have come so far already. Further than you give yourself credit for.
And the person emerging on the other side of all of this; stronger, wiser, more compassionate, more grounded in who she is and what she deserves; is going to be worth every difficult, courageous, faithful step of the journey.
We are not merely existing. We are choosing to thrive; one day at a time. 🤍
Have you ever received a word from God that felt impossible to obey? I would love to hear your story in the comments. You are not alone here. 🤍
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