I’m a Christian, and while going through a divorce and raising my two young children, I sought the help of a Christian counselor. I needed answers—my son was struggling, and I didn’t want to turn around and marry the same type of man I married the first time.
Forgiving my husband was a starting point—my counselor explained that “forgiveness is an act of my will whereby I cancel the debt another person owes me and if thereafter I remember that debt in anger it is my sin of fraud to confess.” So, I forgave. And each time it came up again I reminded myself, “I forgave him, he doesn’t owe me anything. God, please forgive me for my sin of fraud.”
By continually doing this I was able to move on with my life. At first, I didn’t feel any different inside, but I continued to do what I was taught, and by the one-year mark I finally felt the forgiveness inside myself—I was slowly healing from the divorce. I prayed and stayed in God’s word each day. I kept my kids in church and continued with counseling for some time.
God provided so much along the way—family and people for my life. I worked two jobs to make ends meet and made up my mind to not remarry while raising my kids. I dated but found no one I wanted to marry, and made up my mind to not marry again—to just enjoy dating and friendship.
I prayed that if God wanted a man in my life He would choose him for me. Eight years went by and after my daughter graduated from high school I met a wonderful widowed man at church. I knew he was probably still hurting from the loss of his wife when he asked me out for the first time, but I wanted to know him a little better. I told him I was not looking to get married—only for friendship—and he assured me he was not looking to get married either.
Each time we went out, I was surprised by how much I liked him and after two months and a lot of time together, he asked me to marry him. I said yes! It was the happiest we both had been in a very long time. Twenty-five years passed and they were the happiest of my life. Then, ten years ago I lost that sweet gentle man in my life. It was sudden and I didn’t get to say goodbye. But I know he is home with The Lord, where one day I will be too.
So I feel God did choose my husband for me. We had a great love that we felt was rare. We both always knew the Greatest lover, was God in our life. “Jesus said I am the way, the truth, and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me.”
God loves you, John 3:16.
By S. E.
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