“He must be crazy!” I thought to myself.
But then, I heard a voice speaking back to me telling me to “Look at myself, not him.”
I knew no one else, other than my boyfriend, was in the room, but I could hear someone other than him talking to me. At that time, however, I didn’t know enough about God to recognize His voice. Now I realize it was Him talking as I sat on the edge of my bed that January night, crying so hard, after seeing an inappropriate text message from “my man” to another woman.
Usually, his phone was glued to his hip. But that night, after coming down with a fever, sore throat, and body aches, he fell asleep after taking some cold medicine.
I believe God allowed it to happen.