I ran upstairs to change out of my business clothes into something more comfortable and came down stairs with the movie in one hand and bottle of wine in the other hand, preparing to pour a victory drink. I asked her if she would like a glass, and she declined, which was not her usual response. So I showed her the movie I had rented and asked her if she wanted to watch it, and she declined that too, saying, “This is not going to be a good night for a movie.” As I stood there puzzled and confused, she continued. “I have something to tell you…” and she handed me a folded letter. With one last glance, she turned and walked into the other room. As I came to the word ‘divorce’ written upon the letter, I fell to my knees, paralyzed as my reality became a silhouette of yesterday arriving at the edge of a broken heart. My happily-ever-after turned to dust.

Could this broken heart ever hope again?

Fade to black…

Soaring high as my sails of self-delusion become swollen by the rushing wind of my selfish pride, I had arrived home to my tower, which I thought could never be breached. With a vengeance, a storm blew in with callous ferocity and toppled its walls—my destruction. I was devastated by a letter of divorce without choice; my wife had written the final chapter of this marriage. It was over, and oneness became fractured and the sting of rejection crippling!

Doing life without wisdom is like playing a game of Jenga…eventually it all comes crashing down.

Our unwise choices are like pulling out pieces of our soul, one-by-one. Over time the structure or the fabric of our life crumbles to the ground in ruin.

I wrestled with my past, marriage, the husband-wife relationship, the relationship with my children, relationships with others, acceptance, and an all-consuming drive to attain money, power, and success. Over time, I would sacrifice her and my children at these very altars. The extent of my brokenness was beyond belief, and the Lord was the only one who could penetrate deep within to heal and restore me from the inside out. I became a prisoner of the very strongholds that had been erected since childhood, through the trials, the deep pain, the consuming fears, the fierce storms, and the circumstances of life.

I lost my balance on the beams of prosperity, power, and position. I know the intoxication of self indulgence and I lived under its power and control for years.

How about asking God to start putting the pieces back together? …one by one.

He did it for me and He can do it for you!