I was 34. I was working at the new company and enjoying my work with good money and good raises and a wife and two kids. A good life. Until my wife came home and told me she was leaving me for another man. That was a shock. I didn't see it coming. "God??"
I was packing stuff up to move out of the house and go to a smaller apartment. I came across a notebook with old writings in it. Twelve years before, I was that career-seeking husband and my new wife had yelled at me about how she hated me. I was a night watchman and I was crying out to God. And I started writing. How did I get here? I listed the events that led up to marrying her. I counted 28 times that I placed my decisions in front of God and said, "Stop me here if this isn't where You want me to go." I actually had approached that marriage expecting God to stop me at any point, and that was okay because I only wanted what He wanted. He didn't stop me.
So there I was, 12 years later, and I pulled out ... that sheet of paper. I didn't even know I had kept it. And I read it again. And God said, "I've got this." I heard, "In My book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for You, when as yet there was none of them" (Psa 139:16). "Oh," I said, staggered, "so ... this was Your plan ... from the start?" Yes. It was. "For I know the plans I have for you ... plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope" (Jer 29:11). I wasn't abandoned. I wasn't forsaken. I was looking at another footprint. And I could trust Him to carry me in it.
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