I just spent an hour reading through an old journal of mine, and was saddened at how much closer to God I was that year than I am right now. I remember being so close to God during that particular season, and the reason was simple: I talked to Him every day, shut up in my closet with my inspirational tape going and my Bible on my lap. It was a must in my day. Nothing was more important. I was more at peace then than I had (or have) ever been. But, alas, a few short months later, divorce. A time of extreme disorientation. Belonging nowhere. Drifting. Fighting to survive. Tears. Pain. Anger. Grief. It is any wonder that divorce isn't God's plan?
Happiness is knowing that even when we fail, God's love remains true. No matter how far we've traveled. No matter how long it's been. Our Heavenly Father longs for us to come back home. And when we get there, he doesn't ask where we've been or what we've been doing. He holds us close without saying a word.