The Beginning of Something Else

On June 1, 2007 I found out my husband and partner of almost two decades had been unfaithful to me since before our marriage, and had been having intercourse with prostitutes for 3 1/2 years. This is what happened next.

Friday, August 3, 2012

The risk of spirituality

I came across a phrase today: "The will of God will never take you where the grace of God cannot keep you."

Substitute Higher Power, The Universe, Love Intelligence, or whatever else you call the power in your life that's greater than you, if indeed you have such a thing. (If not, click here.)

I Googled the phrase, and found this poem, attributed to Anonymous:

The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you.
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

What I appreciate about this poem is that it suggests that even from the worst of situations and during the darkest of times, I need not despair.

During my darkest times, faith (inherently risky in that it requires believing without evidence) has been my biggest opportunity.

When I believe without evidence that all difficulties and challenges in my path are there to benefit me, anger, disappointment and despair can fall away.

When I believe without evidence that I will ultimately get what I need, in fact, that I already have exactly what I need to be happy and to progress as a human being, then forcing, struggling, resisting and hopelessness become unnecessary options.

After hanging on to skepticism for as long as my rational mind would permit, I've come to the conclusion that Faith is not a crutch, it's a shortcut. A shortcut to the surrender that results in peace and serenity.

All that's required is believing without evidence that there is a higher purpose for everything.

What if that's not true?

I don't care. Because from that perspective, my experience of life is better.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I discovered your blog a while back in the shocking months after discovering my husband's sexual addiction. Your story, and particularly your post today, really resonates with me. I've looked to your posts to see honest reflections of the confusion that surrounds living with a recovering, or not recovering, SA. Thank you for your words. I don't know if I would be functioning in this environment today if I hadn't found the resources on your blog.

woman.anonymous7 said...

Anonymous - I'm so glad you've found the blog useful. I started writing to keep myself from going off the deep end, and kept writing so others living with the impact of sex addiction might see that they weren't necessarily going off the deep end, and that they weren't alone in their experience. Wishing you peace.

Better Days Are to Come said...

I just wanted to thank you for continuing to share your journey. And the poem is beautiful.

Eat My Scabs said...

i love this...

"in fact, that I already have exactly what I need to be happy and to progress as a human being,"

because i feel it too. It is at the core of who i am.