Much about life is unfair, unjust, and downright wrong. It can come like a sledgehammer, marking your heart reverberating through your being. But I believe God will protect us from unforgiveness and a lifetime of misery if we allow him.
In late September of my freshman year, as I sat down at my desk to study in my dorm room, something strange happened. My books disappeared and before my eyes, I saw something like a movie play out.
It was my fiancé meeting our mutual friend and going to a deli. There, she ordered a sandwich. Then the two of them went back to his apartment. Then I saw them in bed together.
I couldn’t believe what I saw. But when the movie played out a second time and then a third, I knew God was showing me that my fiancé was cheating on me with a friend, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
Tears streaming, I hit my knees in prayer and poured out my heart. Hours later, while still praying, the friend I had seen in the vision walked through the door of my dorm room.
She told me she had something to tell me, but I said I already knew.
“How do you know?” She asked.
I told her God had showed me. Then I held her in my arm as she said she was sorry, and God gave me the grace to forgive her.
But my emotions were all over the place. I was so hurt and felt I couldn't hear God. Yet I decided to trust him to guide me through the emotional fog. My desire was to be a good witness and walk out the situation as Jesus would have, with grace.
A week later, my fiancé finally called me and said he had something to tell me.
We met in a classroom the following Saturday. He said I have something to tell you. I know I stated. How do you know he asked God told me I explained. He didn't believe me and said God would not tell you and that it was she that told me she did tell me but God told me first I declared. We went back and forth a few more times. He didn't believe God told me.
We talked for a while ending with me holding him while he repented. As much as it hurt, I forgave him right then. I gave him the engagement ring back and told him when he was ready to commit I might or might not be available.
By God's grace I forgave him. The truth of the matter is God kept his word to me. God confided in me showing me the treachery taking place using an open vision.
Time does not heal all wounds. God does as we give them to Him. Jesus paid the great price for all of us
to be free. It's up to us to trust him with those pains, traumas, heartaches, and betrayals.
Connie was raised on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. She became a Christian when she was 19 years old and went to Bible School. She now lives in Oklahoma, has a successful cleaning business, and has had many supernatural experiences in prayer .
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