I feel that part of the grief of divorce is that you lose the person that witnessed those notable times in your life: Marriage, honeymoon, vacations, first home, pregnancy, miscarriage, childbirth, motherhood, family illnesses and conflicts, children’s milestones, friendship drama, professional accomplishments, and random acts of self-improvement. Long after the divorce is finalized, we are left longing for that witness, that “Atta girl.” While we can gain affirmation through social media posts, friendships, and our professions, we often still desire that person that “sees us.” We ask, who will notice me? Admire me? Criticize me in a way that spurs me on to change? We may feel alone. But God! But God is our witness! He is our constant companion. He has been there through each struggle and each victory. He has caught every tear. He has seen when we rise and when we rest. He has been our Provider, our Protector, our Husband. Yes, He is our husband. I used to shudder at the thought of ever wanting Him to be that, not to mention ever saying that on social media, but now it is true. Through the ashes of my destroyed marriage, I see beauty in divorce. I see Jesus. He has shown Himself to be faithful.