When I was 18 years old, I married to a fellow, whom I knew for a short time. We lived togetherfor 13 years, and in a while, I found that he wasn't right person for me. I can see now, that I didn'teven try to do something about it, to keep that marriage. In that time, I didn't know God's plan forman and woman, I didn't know anything about the wonderful God's idea for marriage, and I lefthim. That happened in 1990. Well, until this point, the story is usually - so many people leaveeach other, and unfortunately, people consider (I did it myself too) it like normal thing. But what isunusual - we haven't divorced till 2004. We were in marriage 13 years, no kids, andthen separated for 13 years. In the meantime, he lived with a lady who gave a birth to theirdaughter, and they still live together, unmerridly. While I was in the world, it didn't bother me, andlater, when I got saved, I didn't know what to do about it. Sometimes I thought that we suppose todo the divorce, sometimes that I am not that person who would start that, and in all that time untilnow, my housebound didn't do anything to divorce me. Actually, he didn't want to marry that lady,and undevorced status was pretty good reason for that. A few times we talked about it, andagreed that it should be done, but we didn't do it at all. God knows why is that good, somehow, Isow it myself... We are in normal relationship, when we meet - we talk to each other, I told mytestimony to him, but he was been involved in many of dark things, eastern philosophy, Sai Baba,Zen-Buddhism, even Crowley. So, he don't want or maybe better expression - he can not openhis heart for Jesus.God's grace, mercy and love made possible to freely talk about it now. Believe me, B.C. (beforeChrist), it wouldn't be possible to talk about that like this ...After leaving my housebound (in 1990), I thought that I will find that kind of love I needed. Sure, Ididn't know how to define that, but I desperately needed it. At that time, I didn't know who ownsthat kind of love, I thought some person would provide it for me. But as years passed, I found thatevery relationship would be pleasant and nice in it's beginning, but later on, it would betransformed in something what led to bitterness and disappointment. Sometimes I failed other,sometimes others would fail me, anyhow, I didn't find happiness I expected when I left myhousebound. (I don't know is it necessary to say "my", I mean it sounds me better on English thatway, even though on my native language, it is enough to say just "housebound" or "wife".In next few years, I heard about person that my mother knows - Maria - that she "got crazy". Iwondered how, and I was told that she quitted smoking and cursing, she was reading the Bible….After a while, I met her, and except the fact that she really didn't smoke and curse, I didn't noticedanything crazy on her. For a while, I forgot the whole thing. Interesting thing is, that my motherwas in that time so attracted to her, she bought a house in a part of town, where later my motherwanted to buy one. And (accidentally? - definitely - NO) my mother found one, close to Maria'shouse. Then I started to visit her more than earlier, it was in 1995... We talked about everydaythings, but she didn't mention anything of religious things. 0Like I said earlier, I was from Catholicbackground, religious, sure that God would be so happy to have me in Heaven if I die, because Iwas full of self-righteous. If in any conversation would be mentioned Jesus' name, I'd think: "well,I know everything about that, what's the point, what's new".But, the point was: I SAW IN HER LIFE SOMETHING I MISSED!!! I couldn't tell in that timewhat's that, but I sow her love, peace, all the things I can now name like fruit of the Spirit. On theother side, I had in my life acts of my sinful nature, but still I had "explanations" for that, alwayssomebody was guilty, not me! A few times, she told me directly something about my sin, I wasembarrassed, and first I started to have hard feelings, but later, I had to admit that she was right.Somewhere in winter 1995, after a death of my mother's spouse, I was who started somediscussion about sin, faith, Heaven... I asked some stupid question, but that opened the door forthe Gospel. On that night, for the very first time, I heard the Gospel. The real Good News, notreligious one. As she started to talk about Jesus, it was so powerful, although in the beginning Ithought that "I know everything". I believe because I asked the conversation, God prepared myheart for that day. (Later, I found out that Maria was praying for us already, long time ago). In thattime, I had a relationship, and three of us were there: my mother, that man and me. Maria offeredto us to pray for us, and we didn't reject. While she was praying, (it was for the first time that Iheard real prayer, not that learned ones), she prayed for our needs in that time, and she
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