My Cell Door Unlocked   by Sandra Scott Wright

The service had concluded, the pastor had preached on forgiveness. The pastor was my brother who didn’t know anything about my abandonment by my husband; I had not told him; I had told no one yet…

“I made the choice I would not stay in this cell of hate, bitterness or remain a victim of my husband’s attack. Satan had a plan he had begun to win towards my husband, but he would not win the battle on me.” I would not stay locked down like so many women who still hate any man that has ever hurt them. I would release the keys to his jail of me not forgiving him and in so doing release myself to go on…

I went to his place of employment and on my way I said in my heart, “God you have exactly one hour before his store closes to turn my heart back into flesh and not stone. I am going there and I’m going to sit there until I see him as my brother first who has fallen, and secondly as my husband who abandoned me.” I was determined to do my part and trust God for the rest. I had made up my mind I would sit there until I felt the change or they would simply have to arrest me and take me to jail for not leaving.  I’d rather be in a cell made by man than a cell of me not forgiving him and bitterness locked in my heart…on my way to eternal damnation.

I went in this fast food place and sat down.  I waited…then he saw me, it was the first time I had seen him since he left me.  All kind of emotions flooded my heart, pain, bitterness, anxiety…love?  He came over and asked me, “Can I get you anything?” I replied no. He stated, “ I got your summons to appear in court.” (He had asked for a divorce and so the process had been started in court.)  He looked fearful as if he thought I would do something harmful, or foolish…I just sat and stared.

I had been sitting for about twenty minutes pondering in my heart how could this man of 12 years change so.  All the struggles and happy times we had endured and just to throw it all away…how could he?  Then it began to happen…I felt a turning in my heart.  He didn’t look like the strong secure person I had seen, the person I believed I could rest in his care and protection; I saw him as a weak fallen man, scared and confused. He no longer appeared as my husband, but a weak fallen brother, lost and confused.  I wanted to cry as the dam of my heart began to break.  Emotions began to flood out. I could feel again! Since the abandonment I felt nothing, I just went on day after day doing the ‘next important thing’. Looking for a job, paying bill, cleaning the house etc.

“Yes the dam was breaking, I didn’t want to cry in that restaurant so again I asked God, “Please Lord don’t let me break down, just open my heart for your healing. Take away the bitterness, the unforgiveness. I won’t leave until you start the process.” He came over to me and offered me a bottle of water. I took it. He went back to his station. I breathed and then it happened…”

He was my brother, some mother’s son, some sister’s brother, some child’s father…the covenant had been broken by him…he no longer was my husband.  I looked at him once again, and this time saw him through eyes of sadness; sadness of what it could have been; sadness of what it may have never should have been; sadness of a death, the death of a covenant made before God and man. I prayed in my heart, “God help this man find his way if never back to me, but back to you God. Help him find his way back to you. This was a minister, a powerful prayer intercessor, he came up against devils and demons and now help him be delivered of those within himself.”  I felt sincere sorrow for such a lost one and broken covenant. Then I got up and left.  It was done…

In a few days the court case arrived for the dissolution of the marriage.  I went alone. This journey some how I knew I had to walk alone, there was no one to comfort me only God could do this kind of comforting…I walked in the court house and there he was…he had lost weight, he looked at me and began to walk faster to get away…

The judge signed the papers and it was over…Twelve years of marriage, countless revivals together, speaking engagements on marriage, and of course the soothsayers including his own former pastor who said, “It won’t last even 3 months.” It came out later that she had her own plans for him to marry her daughter. It was over, finished. There were no kids involved between us, so there was no reason for us ever to see each other again. Finished; clean cut; It was over….or was it?… to be continued

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