“He Brought me Back and I am Here to Stay!”
God just continues to move in mighty and wondrous ways in our midst and we praise His Holy name!!!
It was with great excitement and anticipation that a new category, Homecoming Testimonies, was added to the FAM Fellowship private website this morning, where men and women who have returned to their spouses and marriages after marital separation and/or divorce can share their own Restored Marriage Testimonies! And we praise the Lord that was necessary because a returning spouse posted his testimony on the private website last night for the first time, and it really touched and blessed all of us! So I asked SNO (spouse name omitted) for permission to share his powerful testimony here, because I have no doubt that it will greatly encourage everyone standing for marriage restoration who reads it! So NEVER forget that we serve a great and mighty God and that His faithfulness to fulfill and uphold His Word NEVER fails, and be blessed and encouraged as you read the following testimony of how He did that and restored yet another marriage!
God bless you all! My name is SNO; I am MNO’s (member name omitted) husband.
On Monday night, I heard my neighbor fighting with her abusive boyfriend, and I called the police and went downstairs to make sure that everything was okay. I saw that my neighbor was being assaulted by her boyfriend; so I intervened, after which, he attacked me and we started fighting with each other. Then at some point during our fight, he ran off.
I ended up getting arrested that night, and was taken to the police station and processed. I was put in a small cell with a bed, and while in that cell, I had plenty of time to think of some of the mistakes I had made. As I sat in the cell, I started to realize that all of this was happening because I took what God gave me for granted. It was because I was not being faithful to Him.
So I sat there and talked to Him, and my conversation went something like this: God, I know what this is. I know you’re fed up and I realize that you are telling me it’s time to come home…either the easy way or the hard way. So, because I know that, I am not going to ask you to get me out just yet. I just ask you to do what you do best and listen. I am angry; angry about how I was treated by the police even though I myself am a military police officer. I am confused because I don’t understand why the police arrested me when I was trying to help my neighbor. I am scared because I have never been to jail before and I am not a criminal. So now that I am able to openly say that, I only ask this one thing of you; please give me the strength to deal with this and comfort me while I am here.
Sure enough, not even two minutes later, my favorite Christian song (The Power of Your Love,, which I have not listened to in years) on one of my favorite CDs that I see every day on the stereo when I walk out of my apartment, popped into my head. If you would have asked me before all of this happened, to sing the song, I would not have been able to because I did not remember the words. But sure enough, as I sat there in that cell, God put that song in my heart and the words in my mouth. And as I sang the song, that I could not remember just a few minutes earlier, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I felt so comforted, and I knew it was Him. I then and there made a decision, that I would change and go back to the way I once was when I was more than just a believer in Christ; when I could honestly call myself a Christian.
I was released on bail, and I took care of a few things before going back to my wife’s apartment and asking her to take me back. It’s amazing how God always shows me that He is still with me. And when He shows me, I know it is Him. He cleansed my soul with Jesus’ blood when I first started going to church. When I needed Him the most in basic training, He was there for me. When I was deployed as a part of the Hurricane Katrina Relief Effort, we stayed in a Christian Church. And He gave me the strength to finish the mission. When my son was born, the first thing I did was pray to God, letting Him know that I offered my son to Him. When I was in Iraq, He blessed me with being able to see the house where Abraham once lived and inspired me to learn more about the Bible.
And one day when I was at work, not too long ago, I had a huge scare because I heard a sound in the distance; you know, that kind of sound you don’t pay attention to until after the third time you hear it. When I finally caught wind of the sound, I realized it sounded a lot like trumpets! That made me happy and scared me all at the same time, because I thought it meant that the end had come; but it also meant that I was saved because I heard them. So I ran out into the hallway and started repenting (just in case.) 
I realized that the sound had stopped just as soon as I started paying attention, and I realized it was Him trying to get my attention, so I began to think to myself, “What are you trying to tell me?” I immediately called my wife and gave her the news that I knew He was talking to me and wanted me to listen.
Although I was distancing myself slowly, I always tried to keep a relationship with God, and I believe that is why He was always there for me. I always knew I was going to come back, but I was putting it off. But now I am glad to say, that He brought me back and I am here to stay! Amen!