Three of my friends in the past 3 years have each been cheated on by their spouses -- 2 ending in divorce and 2 relationships involving children (6 kids, actually). 2 are men and 1 is a woman.
Two friends in the past 3 years have been dragged through the divorce process at their spouses' request despite the fact that they went through all the counseling that the spouses requested and tried to improve the relationship... but too little too late, apparently.
This all makes me angry. But anger is a secondary emotion so I will change this phrase now to what I think is the root emotion here... fear.
I'm frightened by the amount of pain I have seen these people go through in the past 3 years (and have received calls from 4 of these 5 people wanting to talk). I'm frightened by the immense pain that divorce causes *all* parties involved (especially the children). I'm frightened that, perhaps, my friends won't really ever recover. I'm frightened that, perhaps, the children won't ever fully recover.
But I think ultimately, it frightens me that I am close to so many people who have been cheated on and that I consider myself to be similar in personality to these men (and even the woman) who suffered the humiliation and sadness of being cheated on.
This all makes me cry out... WHY GOD? And WTF! I guess it makes me angry because I'm an idealist and probably too much of an idealist because somehow in my mind, there is a place called heaven where none of this was ever supposed to happen.
And somewhere there was a hill where an *innocent* Man was *not* supposed to have to die on a cross. But he had to.
And somewhere there was a place, long ago, where an apple was *not* supposed to be eaten. But it was.
And shambles, terror, stealing, killing and destroying have happened ever since. The enemy runs rampant here on earth and yet, for some reason, that Innocent Man who died on that hill actually believed in and accepted *pain*, *redemptive pain* as something we would also have to experience, saying: "In this world you will have trouble (pain),: but then he said to "take heart for I have overcome the world."
And from those words I often drawn strength and courage for myself and for those who I hurt with. Considering the pain of the man who said those words, they have an extra power that they wouldn't have otherwise. He went through it. And he went past it and He said we could take heart because of that.
No wonder they call His story the greatest story ever told.
To my friends, I offer this photo of these sun-kissed flowers; because I've watched 4 of 5 of you come back to life after winter's death and open back up to the sun as spring returns to your broken but thawing hearts.
Two friends in the past 3 years have been dragged through the divorce process at their spouses' request despite the fact that they went through all the counseling that the spouses requested and tried to improve the relationship... but too little too late, apparently.
This all makes me angry. But anger is a secondary emotion so I will change this phrase now to what I think is the root emotion here... fear.
I'm frightened by the amount of pain I have seen these people go through in the past 3 years (and have received calls from 4 of these 5 people wanting to talk). I'm frightened by the immense pain that divorce causes *all* parties involved (especially the children). I'm frightened that, perhaps, my friends won't really ever recover. I'm frightened that, perhaps, the children won't ever fully recover.
But I think ultimately, it frightens me that I am close to so many people who have been cheated on and that I consider myself to be similar in personality to these men (and even the woman) who suffered the humiliation and sadness of being cheated on.
This all makes me cry out... WHY GOD? And WTF! I guess it makes me angry because I'm an idealist and probably too much of an idealist because somehow in my mind, there is a place called heaven where none of this was ever supposed to happen.
And somewhere there was a hill where an *innocent* Man was *not* supposed to have to die on a cross. But he had to.
And somewhere there was a place, long ago, where an apple was *not* supposed to be eaten. But it was.
And shambles, terror, stealing, killing and destroying have happened ever since. The enemy runs rampant here on earth and yet, for some reason, that Innocent Man who died on that hill actually believed in and accepted *pain*, *redemptive pain* as something we would also have to experience, saying: "In this world you will have trouble (pain),: but then he said to "take heart for I have overcome the world."
And from those words I often drawn strength and courage for myself and for those who I hurt with. Considering the pain of the man who said those words, they have an extra power that they wouldn't have otherwise. He went through it. And he went past it and He said we could take heart because of that.
No wonder they call His story the greatest story ever told.
To my friends, I offer this photo of these sun-kissed flowers; because I've watched 4 of 5 of you come back to life after winter's death and open back up to the sun as spring returns to your broken but thawing hearts.
(from Flikr)
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