“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom” 2 Co. 3:17.
I am very grateful for my ex-son-in-law for it was his intervention that led to my daughter walking away from a life of drugs. I am confident that God worked through him to accomplish His will for Kristen’s life. God had much larger plans for her than any of us could have imagined. But, being plucked from that life of drugs wasn’t easy and wouldn’t come without a huge price. My son-in-law spent the next nine years controlling her with money. She and their children lived through his relapses and disappearances over the seven years they were married. She always offered him grace when he cleaned himself up, partly out of fear of not making it on her own financially and partly out of compassion for another addict. But the instability and manipulation of another can only last so long when we are a child of God.
Through a chain of emotional events, Kristen finally broke away and after two years of turmoil they agreed to sell the marital home and find something smaller for her and the kids. A month ago he moved her into this home as she worked hard to settle herself and the kids into a new school, neighborhood and home. After almost two years of separation Kristen has found a wonderful man who fits right in to her life and this family. Last weekend her ex-husband found out and informed her that he was moving into the new home he had bought for them. He told her they could stay until she found another place, giving her 48 hours before he would be among them. This past week has been one of the most exhausting, infuriating and emotional weeks for which I have ever experienced. My heart has broken in ways for her that only a parent’s heart can break. But God is bigger than our broken hearts…He is greater than our deepest grief.
After securing an apartment on her own for the first time in her life she felt a sense of ownership and independence in a world where she never had before. She felt the tight chains loosen up and could taste a better life for her future, although it will not be easy. She has given up so much that she has built for herself and the kids. Yesterday, I went by the apartment and felt a sense of sadness that she had moved from a beautiful home, down to a smaller one and now into a tiny apartment with her children. Before my heart could turn to bitterness, my Father impressed on my heart the following message. ‘My dear child, this is what freedom looks like. You see an apartment but I see life dependent on me instead of man.’
I immediately thought of Jesus Christ coming as a baby. The world saw a baby with no place to rest his head but a barn, but God saw a Savior. From this day forward, whenever I walk into that apartment I will be reminded that passing across that threshold is passing through freedom. My little girl was freed from drugs and once again she has been freed from fear’s hold on her.
Most times what we view as unfair challenges, God uses to bring us out of some type of captivity. Freedom comes in many forms and we must be willing to use our circumstances to flee Egypt and cross over the threshold of the Promised Land.