Sara called tonight— Christopher is filing for divorce. She's drawing strength from Christ in Word and prayer. Wish she had more fellowship in the midst, yet it is good that she learns to lean on God in a very new, very desperate way. There was hope in her voice, not hope rooted in him, but hope rooted in Him. The hope of the desperate has a reality and a beauty, a truth that is unmatched elsewhere.
Things are bad when divorce isn't the worst thing in the picture. Christopher's decision is part of a larger, darker problem. He's walking away from her because he's walking away from everything, including Jesus. Pray that I, too, would be desperate on his behalf, rather than simply resigning myself to the worst case scenario. Futility is safer and less painful than hope; it has often been my cold comfort.
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