I nearly puked as he told me some of the details. I had found out about his girlfriend and waited days to confront him, knowing I needed to be calm and at peace if I wanted to invite a conversation. I knew much more than what he told me, yet it had a more potent rankness coming from his mouth.
At one point, I felt the need to turn away, break eye contact, and swallow the horrible-tasting lump in my throat. But as soon as I turned to one side, I felt God straighten me up and adamantly turn me back around with resolute encouragement: “Oh, believe me. Trust me. I’ve got this.”
He did. The words I heard still cut deeply, but I heard them with a strength I knew only comes from God. I knew I could trust God’s filter and healing. I knew he was fighting for me. It didn’t take me out of the equation. I was still very much in the middle of it. But I also knew the equation, despite its complexities, was solvable by God.