She’s forty now, but you wouldn’t think it.
In fact most men would still think they’d been given God’s golden key to the candy store if they’d married someone this stunning. She doesn’t even look thirty, even on a bad day.
And judging by the looks she gets when she’s out running, before she has to get the kids up for breakfast, there are still guys willing right now to marry her in a heartbeat, but she doesn’t notice them each morning as she jogs by. She’s got other things on her mind, in particular the busy day ahead.
Today she’s bothered though.
And she’s bothered by the one thing she’s always bothered by… her man.
Maybe she just loves him TOO much?
“Is he going to change? Is he really gonna change? He says he will but he ALWAYS says he will. How much longer can I keep hanging on believing him? Jesus, are you listening to me?”
She also has a secret herself that he doesn’t know a thing about…and it’s a killer.
You see, with one look she knows what he’s been up to.
One look, that’s all it takes and she ALWAYS knows when he’s lying to her. When his eyes flit back and forth nervously across her face and then quickly onto the floor, she knows. Her heart sinks again, again, and again—just as it has these past fifteen years, and still nothing changes.
Sometimes she doesn’t even need to be in the same room as him, she just KNOWS.
Woman’s intuition; yeah right, more like God’s sonic radar alert in the pit of her stomach.
“Is this what love is after all these years?”… she’s thinking as the sweat trickles a little under her moist arms and she runs the last few yards into her driveway. “Phew, it’s gonna be a hot one today.” and she pants, as she sits on the doorstep to catch her breath.
It’s 6:45am and inside everyone is sleeping—everyone that is except John. He’s been awake near enough all night, ‘working’ in the study in their big house, but he’s nervous again, kinda jumpy around her and quickly exits stage left—mumbling something about deadlines.
She smiles weakly.
As he disappears, inside she’s weeping.
She’s weeping for John, she’s weeping for the kids, and now she’s weeping… for herself.
And she slips a note under his study door.
“I know John, I KNOW.
You have GOT to get help before it’s too late.
This thing is swallowing you whole…and it’s killing me.”
And for all you countless women out there who love their kids, their man, their God and their country, I salute your courage in the front line battle in this invisible war for the soul of your man, as he battles the sin that no one talks about, not even your Pastor.
If that describes you, let me say again… I salute you. You are an extraordinary woman. Be of good cheer. Even though your man can’t stop sinning no matter what he promises you, help is coming. Jesus is on His way.
John can get free and it’s way simpler than anything you may ever have imagined—but then, Jesus is like that. He’s riding a chariot across the heavens to help you right now. I absolutely promise you. He will smash the chains off your ‘John’ and cast those wretched things into the pit of hell.
Then before your very eyes, you’re going to see the man you fell in love with all those years ago, only better—WAY BETTER. Restored, clean, whole, laughing… funny again.
It’s what Jesus does.
Hang in there, your prayers have been heard.
God has sent His angels to bust you both out of prison.
As for you guys reading this—if you KNOW ‘John’ is you, you need to listen up fast.
Here’s what Malachi has to say…
You cover the altar of the LORD with tears,
With weeping and crying;
So He does not regard the offering anymore,
Nor receive it with goodwill from your hands.
Yet you say, “For what reason?”
Because the LORD has been witness
Between you and the wife of your youth,
With whom you have dealt treacherously;
Therefore take heed to your spirit,
And let none deal treacherously with the wife of his youth.
(Malachi 2 v 14-15 NKJV)