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The mistress


Thinking back to years ago when I was married to my ex-husband and he'd be out with other women. I viewed these women as evil creatures. I mean, how could they entertain a relationship with a married man? Did they not have a heart? Did they not have a conscious? Did they not care how much they were hurting me and my family? Did they not see how much I cried? 

But today I see with unveiled eyes. The truth is that these other women were hurting too. Deep down there was a hole in their soul that they needed to fill. They were insecure, lonely and mislead by lust.  The attention of a married man made them feel wanted and loved. To be able to distract a married man's attention from his wife was an accomplishment. It felt great. It made them feel important, more beautiful and empowered. These were the feelings that they could never feel on their own.

In reality, these women were broken inside!  Many were victims of sexual abuse - most when they were children.  Others were mentally or physically abused. Some were struggling with lifelong body image insecurities.  Many lived and battled with depression. They desperately needed to fill a need and so they allowed the devil himself to deceive them into an ungodly relationship. One that left them in an unbalanced, emotional ride.  Keeping them spiritually bounded to sin and destruction. Opening doors to curses in their homes and even onto their children.

Had I understood what was really happening in the spiritual realm, I would have gotten up to fight in prayer.  I would have lifted them up to God instead of hating them for hurting me.  They needed forgiveness just as I did. They needed to be truly loved just as I did.  They deserved a chance to heal - to find true love.

I think I'll be praying for them tonight, even if it is years later!  It's never too late.

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