Hey God. It’s Me Again. Amen.

How anyone could make it through divorce without some sort of faith is beyond me. My personal belief is that you either have it or you don’t. Faith in someone, faith in something, or faith in nothing. I am a Christian and walk by that faith. The tattoo on my right foot says as much. But I am a respecter of all faiths and religions. (Sometimes it’s hard for my logical mind to digest general spirituality, but I do my best.) 

Ultimately, I've learned we all have far more in common than we’re willing to acknowledge. You do you boo! 

When we separated, it had been almost two years since I’d picked up the prayer phone and called God. But I was lost and in distress. My world was spinning. My children were sad and confused. Wasband was on a quest to destroy my character. I’d lost my in-laws and fake friendships were slowly being revealed. The impending divorce battle brought me to my knees. I had nowhere to look but up. 

I was fully expecting to reach a voicemail message that said, “You’ve reached God. Leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you after I attend to the loyal Christians who didn’t abandon me.” 

But there was no voicemail or ‘I’ll call you right back’ text reply. God picked up the phone and said, “Hey there! It’s great to hear from you. I’ve been waiting for your call.” 

Daily talks with God filled voids left by lost relationships. The Bible offered advice between weekly therapy sessions. Jesus became my best friend. Support from my parents and siblings was phenomenal, but knowing there was something, Someone, greater than my circumstance…that was and will always be priceless.