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God Hates Divorce (Duh, I know that)

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Today, I feel the need to share this. For those of you who know me, you know the past year and a half has not been easy. (To say the least) I’ve felt very alone. I’ve been alone. I’ve been lonely. I’ve felt shame and guilt. Mostly guilt that I “broke a covenant,” and I was TOLD that. I was told that God hates divorce. (Duh, I know that)

I was guilted into staying because He hates divorce. He also hates lying, cheating, stealing and hate. I could go on and on. I know divorce causes pain. So can things that happen in a marriage. I can honestly say that when something happens in someone else’s life, I try not to judge. We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. We don’t know their past, their childhood, the secret struggles that lie within. We don’t know what ANYONE’S marriage is truly like.

I can tell you that the author in this article touched on things that happened in mine. Yes, God hates divorce. But as the author says, He can use it and turn it into something beautiful. I don’t know if I will spend the rest of my life alone. That’s in God’s hands. Divorced or not, I urge you to read this article. I know that it made me feel better and gave me a little bit a peace. No, a lot of peace. Peace I much needed. I originally posted this on my personal Facebook page and I got a lot of positive response. Please share this with someone you know who may be struggling. I hope it helps them as much as it helped me. 

This is The Reason God Actually Hates Divorce

Article written by Laura Petherbridge, Found at crosswalk.com

feature image via jamesAnn Photography

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