“After my divorce, I became the world’s best actress. By day, I wore a mask of happiness and cheer, but in the darkness of the long lonely nights, I gave into my heartache, turning to the numbing bliss of alcohol to medicate my pain. My husband had been unfaithful. My marriage was over. And as my happily ever after faded into the distance, I couldn’t even bring myself to pray…my faith was broken to pieces along with my heart. Instead, I’d take another shot, feeling unlovable, even to God.
“One evening after work, I stopped off at the liquor store for more liquid relief. As I locked my car, a homeless woman bundled in a tattered parka shuffled up to me. With a soft smile, she extended her hand. I scowled at her, thinking she was asking for money. But there, nestled in the palm of her hand, was a beautiful silver cross necklace, just like the one my grandmother had given me when I was a young girl hurting over my own parents’ divorce. As I stared in wonder, she said, ‘This is where you’ll find peace,’ and pressed it into my hand. I froze in place, overwhelmed by the memories. God had gotten me through that pain. In fact, He had gotten me through everything. Why did I think I was too broken now?
“That special encounter relit the fire of my faith. I stopped drinking, and to this day, the cross hangs around my neck as a reminder of how God’s love can heal my heart after any hurt.”
—Corrine Turner, 57, Rochester, MN