A while back, I wrote a blog on being the Other Woman. While it was by far one of the most difficult ones I’ve written, it was a freeing opportunity. Putting the hurtful words into the blogging universe, took some pain with it. I immediately had peace.
Unfortunately, though there is a specific grounding in my heart, there has been distance. Being the other woman does that. I forgave, but closing that gap is confusing. Only other women who’ve dealt with the pain of pornography would understand. I desire a fresh start but I fear a fresh start.
As I work on myself, I am forced to work on being present in a relationship that I don’t feel ‘good enough’ to be in. I have questions that no answer will ever satisfy, and that is a challenge. Working to move past the pain is a slow process.
As I maneuver these tough times, God simplifies the story.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
The other words He pours out are personal and belong to me. For the first time, I can breathe through this battle. My heart may be injured, but God alone is sewing up the wounds.
I may be the other woman, but I’m always a daughter of the King. For that, I am grateful.