A Home Reunited - Jenimar’s Story
Divorce was a common word in our household. The marriage only existed because of the kids.
My husband, Brian, and I saw each other for 10 minutes a day—the time it took me to leave once he got home. I knew how it got to this point. We each made our relationship about ourselves instead of serving each other, which landed us in a bad place. I had already consulted with a lawyer and was ready to call it quits.
I remember crying out to God, asking, "What do you want from me?"
I knew about Jesus, but wanted nothing to do with Him. I was raised Catholic, but after going through some tough situations in my childhood, I couldn't understand why God would have let those things happen. So I ran. I self-medicated with drugs and alcohol for all of my teenage years and tried to find love and acceptance in all of the wrong places. I ran and ran, but I never got anywhere except a deeper and darker hole.
Brian and I struggled from the beginning. We had our first kids young and later got married. The stress of life, coupled with outside problems, and consistent arguments about money continued to break our relationship apart. Things got so bad that Brian moved out for a while.
To add to the stress, my younger sister, 14 at the time, got pregnant. It seemed everything in my life was falling apart. Little did I know Jesus intended this baby to be the beginning of my family's story of redemption.
My nephew, Alexander, was born a few months premature. When he unexpectedly passed away after his release from the hospital, my family was devastated. I remember crying out, asking why such bad things happened to our family. I was determined to make sure we all went to church the following Sunday.
A Step of Hope
My sister, brother and I all went to NewSpring Church that Sunday. I even got my husband to come with us. We sat in the balcony, in the back, wanting to blend in. Perry shared the gospel and gave an invitation, but I was too full of pride and worried what people would think of me if I were to respond.
The following week, we had Alexander's funeral. This caused me to reflect on all the tragedies in my life, including my failing marriage. I remember crying out to God, asking, "What do you want from me?" And I'll never forget the answer, "I want you."
We went back to NewSpring the next Sunday, but this time I wanted to sit closer to the front. Perry shared the gospel again, but instead of fearing everyone around me, I realized I did not know Jesus. I had done everything I needed to be religious, but I did not have a relationship. When Perry gave the invitation, I stood, tears streaming down my face. I went from death to life.
Jesus loved me so much that He sent a baby into the world to get my attention. The tragedies in my life all happened to bring glory to God.
The death of my nephew was a catalyst in a plan bigger than I could have imagined. My brother, sister, and my friends all received Jesus within the next few months. I continued to seek the Lord, and my husband, who was saved at 15 but had not pursued his faith, started to see the change in me, and began walking with Jesus, too. In turn, the Lord started to mend our relationship as husband and wife. We also began to teach our kids about Jesus, and our 7-year-old son was saved.
We realize now why everything fell apart: we needed to put God first in our marriage. This tragedy that changed our lives has continued to bear so much fruit! Now we are a family centered around Christ instead of ourselves.
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