God Didn’t Let Me Die in That Marriage for a Reason

A spiritual reflection on purpose, survival, and sacred second chances

There was a time when I truly believed I wouldn’t make it. Not physically perhaps, but spiritually, emotionally, I was withering. I had wrapped my identity so tightly around a marriage that didn’t nurture me, didn’t protect me, and certainly didn’t reflect the love God had for me. And yet, every morning, I woke up. Every night, I survived. And that survival wasn’t by accident  it was divine. God didn’t let me die in that marriage for a reason.

I look back now and see how God gently (and sometimes not so gently) pulled me out of the fire. I didn’t walk out, I was led out. One painful step at a time. When I couldn’t see the next path forward, He opened doors. When I didn’t know how to say “enough,” He gave me the voice. And when I was sure I would crumble, He sent strength through prayer, through friends, through quiet signs only I would recognize.

Leaving that marriage was not the end — it was the beginning. I had spent so long just trying to survive, I had forgotten how to live. I forgot what peace felt like. What laughter without fear sounded like. What it meant to wake up without dread pressing on my chest. But slowly, I learned.

God doesn’t waste pain. He recycles it into purpose. Every tear, every lonely night, every cruel word I swallowed became the seeds of something new. Today, I live a life I once didn’t think was possible. One full of purpose, connection, joy, and  most importantly truth.

I now know I was spared for something sacred. I was given a second chance to love myself fully, to love others rightly, and to live intentionally. That broken marriage didn’t break me, it broke open the shell of a life I had outgrown.

So to the woman still praying for clarity, still trying to make it through the nights, still hoping to be seen: I see you. God sees you. And if you’re still here, still breathing, still hoping  know  this: you’re not meant to die in something that God intends to heal you from.

Your survival is not random. It’s sacred.

Your future? Even more so.