The Tale of The Prodigal Wife

I thought it might be appropriate to begin my blog by providing some insight into the reason behind the name of the title, The Prodigal Wife. The story begins with how I met my husband, Grant. As God would have it, I came across Grant online over seven years ago. We had a textbook romance. From the very beginning, I was crazy about him and he absolutely adored me. But, of course, a story has to have a crisis or pivotal moment.

We hadn't even walked down the isle yet, when I began to show a different side of myself. I would question the way he did things and criticize his decisions. Time only made things worse. After nearly two years of marriage, I had become a far cry from the happy-go-lucky, carefree girl Grant once knew. I was uptight and condensing. At this point, we were having quarterly blowups--long, heated arguments about the state of our marriage, which never resulted in any solutions. He felt lonely and eventually began to pull away from me. We were losing our connection. During one of our regular blowups, Grant suddenly proclaimed that he didn't like me anymore and that he was unhappy with our marriage. I had lived in denial too long and the truth hit me like a thousand knives. He had spent the first few years of our marriage loving me, wanting me, and trying to lead me--just as God had commanded him. It was at that moment that I knew what I had done and that I had to fix it. I had failed as a wife, as a helpmate, and as a friend. I had to be intentional about my love and rebuild all that I had destroyed. I began by focusing on my relationship with the Lord. I had to surrender all the broken pieces of myself to God and I watched as the Lord accepted me, as wretched as I was, and He showed me His grace and mercy.   

It is still a working progress. Every day is a new day. Each morning has to begin with with an intentional act to refocus my faith and find my foundation. I thank God that I have Grant, because he cared enough about our marriage to hold me accountable.

Just as the prodigal son was dead and came alive, I was lost and my husband helped find me.

Luke 15:21-24

²¹ “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
²² “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. ²³ Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. ²⁴ For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.