Still Standing

Hey everyone! It’s been such a long time since we have posted that we wanted to give you an update on us and share some awesome testimonies.

We have received a few emails over the last year that have asked if we are still here, still posting, still maintaining this blog. YES! We are still doing the work that God has placed in front of us. One of the biggest reasons that we post or don’t post is because of the Holy Spirit. If you have done any reading of our blog, you know that we ALWAYS point back to the Heavenly Father. For everything! This includes our inspiration to write. If we were to begin to post our own thoughts and ideas, this would not be a marital restoration blog. It would simply be a self-help resource. Our desire is to impact lives and marriages for His glory, not for our own recognition.

A few years ago, a very dear friend of ours prophesied over Josh that he would be like a sea-turtle that travels from region to region when the spiritual climate is right and that God would use us in amazing ways. It continued by saying that Josh swims in His splendor! In the last year, Josh has received a promotion at his job and we have moved cross-country again. Not because we wanted to move but because the spiritual climate was right and we allowed the current of God to move us to our present location. We are seeing God’s supernatural provision for us on an almost daily basis and we love enjoying basking in the Lord’s goodness. Many times we feel a little like Abraham and Sarah did and not having a permanent home but we love being led by God into the places where He wants us. We know that He has us here for a reason and we are actively looking for that reason to be revealed.

Currently, we reside in New Mexico. We would have never guessed that we would be living here but God knows. We live in the reality that He has brought us here for a reason and  we love knowing that He is control of our destiny.

Many times it seems like marriage restoration is a losing battle and that there is no victory in sight. However, that is simply the enemy trying to discourage us from continuing in this fight. Let us tell you that there are victories being won out there. We have the emails and first-hand testimonies of the heavenly Father at work on behalf of those willing to stand for the marriage covenant.

Some of our dear friends faced a marital catastrophe about 5 years ago. They were on the brink of divorce. In the middle of the crisis, they called us. So ,in the middle of the night ,we went to their home. When walked in their wedding photo was smashed on the ground. Glass was everywhere. Both of them were in tears. We share this not to boast in our counseling skills but in the power of the Holy One to do what He does best. Long story cut really short...after a few hours of prayer and talking they were back from the edge. They both wanted the marriage to work but didn't know how. Now, 5 years later, they are stronger than ever. They have 2 additional children past the time of the offense. They are fervently pursuing God in every aspect of their lives.

Another family that we know was also at that moment where divorce seemed eminent a few years ago. Serena spent numerous hours talking to the wife during this time. There were a lot of hurts that both of them needed to work through. And they did! We are happy to report that this family is standing strong today!

Over a year and a half ago, we received an email from a reader. When they initially made contact with us they were separated and going through the all-too-familiar routine of marital destruction. One of them says terrible and hurtful words. The other stands and prays, even though it seems like it will do no good. We prayed for them. We encouraged them as best we could via email. It took some time before we heard back from them. However, last month we  received another email praising God and giving us the good news. They have been reunited! Yea, they have a lot of work to do still but they are up for the challenge. Keep our friends in your prayers that they would experience the full restoration of their marriage.

It is so great to hear testimonies from friends and readers that have chosen to follow the direction of the Holy Spirit and stand for their marriage. It encourages us to continue this blog and keep doing what He has given to us.

As for us, well...today is the anniversary that this prodigal came home. 7 years ago, Josh woke up feeling something very strange inside of him. The only way that he can explain it is when you put on clothes that aren't yours and they don't fit right. A few hours later, he sent out a text to numerous friends and family asking for prayer. It was the first time that he acknowledged God in any area of his life. About 2 hours later, he called to ask if he could come home. He was ready to be done with living as a single man and wanted to be back with his family. It would be some time later that his heart would be home but we take whatever victories we can get! We knew that if his body was home his heart and mind would come around. His heart and mind were eventually restored by the grace of loving Heavenly Father.

Just because we are completely restored now does not mean that we don't have hard days. Like any serious wound that produces scars in our natural bodies, we still feel the effects of the past. Some days Josh feels the shame of his actions and the weight can be extremely heavy to bear. But, knows that he is forgiven by The Father and by me. Other days, Serena becomes very emotional. But, she knows that I am home and that The Father holds us in His hands. Both of us know that we are only here by the grace of God and that He has a very special plan for us. If He didn't, He wouldn't have given Josh a godly woman that has a firm foundation in Him and He wouldn't have given Serena a man that would continue to get back up even though he was severely cut down. Thank You, Father, for Your unending faithfulness!

In closing, let us say it again...we are still here. We are still standing strong for our marriage, believing that yours will experience a breakthrough, and that the devil is a liar. We still have a target on our lives because our stand for our marriage and our stand for yours. The enemy has not stopped pursuing us and we will not stop pursuing the Father. One of the reasons that the enemy has not stopped going after us and why this blog has gone so far is our willingness to be real. Marital restoration is not a walk in the park. It's a daily battle for the one that we love. We will always share with extreme transparency the ups and the downs of our life. We still believe that God is the biggest and that when we trust in Him and allow His Holy Spirit to guide us through this difficult path that He will bring total and complete restoration.

We love you all and will continue to keep you in our prayers! Keep standing!

Josh and Serena

The White Handkerchief

This brought me to tears today, as I wondered if we make sure our spouse is welcome?  Are we ready for the question?  Are we ready for our prodigals to come home?

The White Handkerchief from Leclerc Brothers Motion Pictures on Vimeo.

 The White Handkerchief by Patricia St. John from Stories to Share

The man sat on the pavement beside the bus stop and stared at the stones.  A few people turned to look at him – his unshaven face, his slumped shoulders, and broken shoes, but he was not aware of their glances because he was reliving his life.  He was no longer a hungry tramp who had slept last night under a railway arch; he was a boy who lived in a small red brick house up the next street, more than twenty years ago.  Perhaps they had bulldozed over the house by now;  he hoped they hadn’t crushed the pansies.  It was strange how well he could remember the pansies, and the swing his dad had made for him, and the path where he had learned to ride his bike.  They had saved up for months to buy that bike.

          The man shrugged impatiently, for the brightness of those pictures hurt him, and his memory traveled on another ten years.  The bike had been exchanged for a motorcycle, and he had begun to come home less often.  He had a job by then and plenty of friends.  Mum and Dad seemed a bit sad and gray, and the pubs were a lot more fun.  He did not really want to remember those years, nor the days when the debts had piled up and he had gone home meaning to ask for money.  They had made him a cup of tea, and he had not liked to mention what he had come for.  But he knew exactly where his dad kept the money, and later on, when his parents went out into the garden, it was quite easy to help himself to what he wanted.

          That was the last time he had seen them.  He had not wanted to go home again after that, and they had lost track of him.  He had gone abroad, and they knew nothing about the years of wandering and the prison sentence. But locked in his cell at night he had thought a lot about them.  Sometimes when he tossed awake, and the moonlight moved across the wall, he used to wonder.  Once free, he would love to see them again, if they were still alive, and always supposing they still wanted to see him.

          When his time was up, he found a job in the town, but he could not settle.  Something seemed to be drawing him home with an urge he could not get away from.  Every time he went for a walk something reminded him – a clump of pansies, a child on a swing, a little boy running home from school – he could not forget the small red brick house.

          He did not want to arrive penniless, so he walked or hitchhiked a good deal of the long journey home.  He could have arrived earlier, but twenty miles away he was suddenly overcome with misgivings.  What right had he to walk in like this?  Could they ever reconcile the haggard man he had become with the boy they had loved who had so bitterly disappointed them? 

          He bought some food and spend most of that day sitting under a tree. The letter he posted that evening was quite short, but it had taken him hours to write.  It ended with these words:

          I know it is unreasonable of me to suppose that you want to see me .... so it’s up to you. 

            I’ll come to the end of the road early Thursday morning.  If you want me home, hang

           a white handkerchief in the window of my old bedroom.  If it’s there, I’ll come on; if not,

          I’ll wave good-bye to the old house and go on my way. 

         And now it was Thursday morning.  He had arrived at the end of the street.  It was still there!  But having got there, he felt in no hurry at all.   He just sat on the pavement and stared at the stones. 

          Well, he could not put it off forever, and after all they might have moved.  If the handkerchief was not there he would make a few inquiries before actually leaving  the town.  He had not yet had the courage to face what he would do if they were there and simply did not want him.

          He got up painfully, for he was stiff from sleeping outside.  The street was still in shadow.  Shivering a little, he walked slowly toward the old oak tree where he knew he would see the old house.  He would not look till he got there.

          He stood under the boughs with his eyes shut for a moment.  Then he drew a long breath and looked.  Then he stood staring.

          The sun was already shining on the little red brick house, but it no longer seemed to be a little red brick house, for every wall was festooned with white.  Every window was hung with sheets, pillowcases, towels, tablecloths, handkerchiefs, and table napkins; and white muslin curtains trailed across the roof from the attic window.  It looked like a snow house gleaming in the morning light.

          His parents were taking no risks.

          The man threw his head back and gave a cry of relief.  Then he ran up the street ad straight in the open front door.