I sat talking with a friend this evening. It has been a while since we have been able to sit together, share a meal, and our thoughts. We were introduced many years ago. We have laughed together, and cried together, and have walked together through each of our divorces.
Tonight, we took some time to catch up on the goings on since our last gathering. I shared with her some of the goings on in my life - and she shared some adventures in hers. And as we were talking, a sentence came out of my mouth that I have struggled to articulate for a while.
"I don't want my divorce to be the point of reference for my life."
I had become aware, again in the past few months, that it seemed to be where my story always started...
And, while it is true that God showed up mightily in my life at that moment of my need, it's not where it began. Nor is it where God and I began.
My adventures on the bridge yesterday had reminded me of that. Long before that moment, God had been with me, inviting me and calling me into relationship with Him. He had surrounded me with His people and with Truth.
I tried to think back as far as I could remember him "stalking" me. I remember the longing and the crying out of my heart on my rock at camp as a young adult. And clearly, a song had stuck from my childhood. But I couldn't really tell you when our relationship began.
So, I asked aloud, on my drive home.... "How long has it been?"
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you..." (Jeremiah 1:5)
I smiled and nodded.
Perhaps, I need to shift the point of reference for my life.
My relationship with God didn't begin with the end of my marriage, it began long before I even existed in this world. It began when He first knew me and set me apart for a purpose here on this earth.
And that little shift of perspective....
kinda changes everything.
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