Today’s post is from Alece Ronzino. She is in the middle of the biggest Plan B of her life, enduring infidelity, divorce, and the loss of her ministry in Africa. Now she’s rediscovering what faith really is, trusting God to redeem the broken pieces of her life and make something beautiful out of her ashes. Alece blogs candidly about the grit and glory of her journey. Mostly grit. Here is her story:
My husband’s heart walked out first, when he chose to begin an affair with my friend. The rest of him followed 18 months later as he filed for divorce.
I’ve grieved so much loss in the past several years. Loss of my husband. My marriage. My home. My ministry. My identity. My dreams.
I’ve bounced between denial, anger, depression, anxiety—sometimes all in the course of one day. I’ve cried. I’ve cursed. I’ve questioned. I’ve surrendered. I’ve taken back. I’ve begged. I’ve raised my hands and closed my eyes and said absolutely nothing.
And through the din of my own heart noise, I hear God’s whispered promise of wholeness. Nothing missing. Nothing broken. Life as it was meant to be.
He is making all things new in me. Not just fixing them. Not repairing, rebuilding, or even renewing. He is redeeming. And making me new.
But some days, I feel far from that redemption. My husband’s choices left me completely broken. I struggle with feeling unlovable and undesirable. Not enough. Not worth fighting for. More replaceable than keepable.
I hate that it’s easier for me to believe the lies of man than the truth of God.
God tells me that I’m enough, lovable, worthy… just as I am.
And I want to believe Him above all else.
I take heart knowing that God isn’t done with my story yet. He’s still writing. And He is the perfect author. He needs no editor. He needs no second draft, no backspace. He writes it perfectly the first time.
And He always finishes what He starts.
No abandoned writing projects. No half-hearted attempts. He is writing my story all the way to the end.
And that gives me hope, even on my darkest days.