What if This is a Rescue? At some point, we have to look at the circumstances of our disclosure, exposure, or confession as a rescue. I will tell you, and Samantha will ecstatically echo, that my having to come clean about my affair was in fact one of the greatest rescues in my life. I hope and pray there is not another need to rescue me in that way ever again. I was on a crash course towards hurting more and more people emotionally and wanting more and more control. Samantha was on her own crash course of bitterness and resentment which continued to feed the hopelessness she seemed to be enveloped in. When I was threatened and had to come clean, I didn’t see it as a rescue. I saw it as a total, colossal failure of incredible proportions. And, sadly, it was that. But it was also a rescue from where we were heading and it was a rescue and redemption of my life. I’m forever mindful of how much worse it could have gone. Each day I’m still married and living in the same house, I’m soberly reminded of how awe inspiring our lives are, as is Samantha. What if the trauma you’re facing is truly a rescue? I’m quite sure the unfaithful spouse coming clean, or having to come clean, is being rescued. Rescued from what could be, from where they are heading and from where your marriage is heading. Some of you probably didn’t think you were needing to be rescued and all seemed fine, only to realize your biggest nightmare. The fact is, someone needs to be rescued and the event surrounding this process just might be a rescue. It’s not your job to rescue your spouse and it’s not your spouse’s job to rescue you. However, they will help in the process if both parties are amicable and able. It’s a big IF. Many of you who belong to our blog subscriber list and visit the blog are not believers in Christ. No shame here. I get it. I haven’t always believed either. However, if I’m being honest, one of my all-time favorite scriptures is found in Psalm 18:19: He rescued me because He delighted in me. Only God could delight in me, though I was acting like a total bastard and anything other than his child. His rescue of me was painful, embarrassing and downright agonizing at times. But it was in fact, a rescue. Is your process a rescue? Perhaps looking at it with a different approach and mindset may change the way you see it?