A Glimpse of
God's Love
By Judith Vander Wege
"Babe, we just need to let her go. It won't help to agonize about it," Martin said. He gently squeezed my hand. I marveled at his calmness, knowing his heart must ache about his teenage daughter, who had run away the day before, three weeks after our wedding.
Neither could I figure out how I could have lived the earlier part of my life differently. A few years earlier, when my husband of 17 years divorced me, I felt love-starved and vulnerable. Losing my trust that God loved me, because he didn't answer my prayers the way I wanted, led to an oppressive confusion. Because I was spiritually and emotionally sick, I’d fallen into an adulterous relationship with a drug addict/alcoholic, whom I thought I could ‘save.’ Because of that, my kids wouldn't stay with me, either. My life was a mess.