Strength for the Journey

When I was told it would take a long time, a really long time for my spouse to achieve genuine and lasting change and freedom from the darkness and death grip of sexual addiction, little did I truly understand what that would mean personally for me. For one thing, out of fear of losing me, my spouse tended to say what he thought I wanted to hear from him, and perhaps even what he wanted to hear from himself. When the going continued to be tough for him, I continued to be let down again and again.

Today while listening to a recording of the song "The Love of God," it has occurred to me that taking a long time, a really long time to achieve genuine and lasting peace and freedom from the darkness and death grip of disappointment and discouragement on the journey applied to me as well. The song spoke to me of the width and depth and breadth with which God cares about me, and about you, and those who give us challenge(s).

Let me share with you the words of this song I have heard many times, but today, heard with "new" ears and heart in need of a soothing touch from God. You have likely heard it a number if not many times yourself.
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The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell.
It goes beyond the highest star and reaches to the lowest hell...

Could we with ink the oceans fill,
Or were the skies with parchments made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry!
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
though stretched from sky to sky!

Oh love of God, how rich and pure, how measureless and strong.
It shall forever more endure the saints' and angels' song.

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How unfathomable it is for me to try and think literally about all the oceans being ink, all the skies being parchment, all the stalks being quills, and all men being scribes. BUT, the love of God would literally drain the oceans dry, and the scrolls if stretched farther than the eye can see on a clear day would not be large enough to hold enough words of God's expressions of love for me, for you, for those that give us challenge(s) in life.

I need warriors to walk alongside me on this journey, and all praise to God that he has provided just the ones I need, though I haven't always recognized them nor felt them as such! I hope and pray that you also have warriors to walk alongside you on your journey. Not just heavenly warriors, but warriors in human form! If you have them, thank God for them; if not, or if you can't "see" them pray to God for them; we have not because we ask not. Also, grow in patience as you trust God...or...trust God as you grow in patience. Just don't try to do it alone.