As I watched old photos of my wedding day slowly burn, smoke softly curling up the chimney, smouldering to ashes … it seemed so appropriate … for my life felt like it had turned to ashes … the bitter wrenching of a 27 year toxic marriage ending, my constant and faithful prayers seeming not to have been noticed by the God I so believed in and loved, the shame of a broken marriage, the fears of damage caused to my children who I had tried so hard to protect …

Here I was in a freezing cold little house, no oil in my tank, little food in the cupboards, and¬†certainly no hope in my heart … my beloved mum had died 3 months before and I felt abandoned and alone … Cinderella indeed …

There is not enough room in this article to begin to chronicle the events that followed … I “foolishly” gave up my dream job as a practice nurse which I loved, to work as a lay pastor with subsequent cut in salary … on many occasions I had no heat … yet … always my Father God provided … oh at times I ate cereal for dinner as I had no money for groceries … but I NEVER went hungry, I could fill a book with the stories of how my God tenderly provided for this daughter of His, how He began to heal my wounds, my shattered heart, little miracles daily …

I truly am a real life Cinderella … for His word tells us that He gives us “beauty for ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of despair” … He has restored my heart and spirit in ways too wonderful to tell … my Prince came, took me by the hand and rescued me … yes, my Prince of Peace … and I shall live all my days telling of this Love.

Melanie Douglas

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