Years before I found out about my husband’s serial adultery, I’d already survived several dream-shattering storms.
My firstborn child was stillborn. My second was diagnosed with autism as a toddler and my fourth with a learning disability. Then, my father died of pancreatic cancer. Like any good Floridian, I learned how to weather these hurricanes. I dug my roots deep into God’s Word, crawled into the shelter of His arms, and let Him strengthen my spiritual and emotional muscles.
Only after the disclosure of my husband’s infidelity could I see and understand how my omniscient God and Father used those sun-showers to prepare me for the four-year monsoon I was to endure…
Also published on Medium.