Undone - Encounters, #3

Idols are rarely ever the little statues we imagine. Sometimes they pass themselves off as a genuine, legitimate need-a need to be seen, to be valued, to be loved. When my hidden idol was exposed, it became David's shame, too, except his came mingled with betrayal. I believed the damage to him and to our marriage was irreparable. I was wrong. My father taught me that I was insignificant. That lesson was difficult to unlearn.
I was certain that my husband and even God Himself felt the same way. However, when the idols and the masks and the lies were stripped away, only the truth was left. The searing, relentless truth. About myself, about David, about God. And the truth set me free.