2 Thessalonians 3:3 (NLT)
3 But the Lord is faithful; he will strengthen you and
guard you from the evil one.
God will keep them from evil. We have as much need of the
grace of God for our perseverance to the end as for the beginning of the good
work. The evil of sin is the greatest evil, but there are other evils which God
will also preserve his saints from-the evil that is in the world, yea, from all
evil, to his heavenly kingdom. [Matthew Henry Commentary]
An excerpt of Tri Robinson’s story found in his book,
Rooted in Good Soil. Tri tells us the following:
“When I got home from [a] mountaintop weekend [that had
changed my life, drawing me closer to Christ], I was excited to share with
Nancy what had happened. This was the very thing that for many years she had
desperately wanted and prayed for. In the years since she had invited Christ
into her life on the side of the canyon, she had been praying for me every day.
“Proverbs 13:12 says, ‘Hope deferred makes the heart grow
sick,’ and I believe that must have been what happened. I think Nancy was
recovering form a sick heart after all those years of not having her prayers
answered concerning me. For so long she had wanted me to become the spiritual
leader of our home, and when it was about to happen, I think it was kind of a
letdown for her. At first, she was elated, but her happiness soon turned to
anger. She got mad and over the next couple of weeks, her anger became visible.
“I couldn't understand what was happening, and I remember
wondering if receiving the Lord was such a good idea. I started to question
everything about faith and this stimulated real and honest prayer—for the first
time in my life.
“It was during this time one Sunday after church that
everything came to a head. Our younger daughter, Katie, had gone to the home of
some friends. The rest of us headed home for lunch, and our three-year-old son,
Brook, went down for a nap. We had just met a new older couple at church that
morning and had invited them to drop by later that day. Everything seemed fine
until something snapped, and a fight between Nancy and me began.
“I don’t know what started it or even what it was about,
but I do remember it escalating rapidly. All at once everything came out—all of
Nancy’s anger and all of my frustration erupted, causing Nancy to pick up a
pottery mug and hurl it at me across the room. I was able to duck quickly, and
the mug missed me and smashed through the window of the front door.
“As only fate would have it, the couple we invited from
church arrived and were walking up the front steps at that very moment. They
ducked and evaded the flying mug but decided it was not the best time to visit
the Robinsons. They turned on their heels and headed for their car.
“I was embarrassed and humiliated, and I lost it like I
have never lost it before or since. I started yelling and hitting walls and
cupboards. Framed pictures and dishes fell to the floor. I went from room to
room turning over furniture and shouting in complete frustration. No matter how
hard I tried, I couldn’t make Nancy satisfied with our life, and I didn’t know
what I could do about it. In the wake of this realization, I fell apart.
“All my life I had prided myself on being composed and
put together; I always felt that showing emotion was a sign of weakness. That
day God tore down everything I leaned on for strength. (God) was showing me
that without (God) I would never be the person (God) created me to be. I needed
(God) to be more than my Savior—I needed (God) to be the Lord of my life. That
day I learned in my confession of weakness that (God) would make me strong.
“As I surveyed the aftermath of my rage, I saw my
three-year-old son staring at me with huge, frightened eyes. I will never
forget how he looked as he stood there in shock and disbelief. That’s when it
happened—that’s when I finally broke. My deep frustration turned to tears, and
the floodgates opened. I started to weep in a way I never had before. Tears
welled up from the depths of my being, and my entire body started to convulse.
I cried and cried and couldn't stop the tears.
“I cried for a whole life of pain and frustration, most
of which Nancy had nothing to do with. I was broken in a way I can’t fully
express, but it was a brokenness that forever changed me. I held my son and
Nancy held me, and together we cried and prayed. We repented for the way we had
treated each other and together asked God to take control of our lives.
“It was a divine moment in our marriage and a divine
moment in our life with God. I believe it was the moment the seed of God’s love
and truth penetrated my life. It was a turning point, more powerful than any
other I have ever experienced. My journey with God entered into the depths of
good soil—to a place where my spiritual roots penetrated (God’s) provision for
healing and wholeness. Not only did my relationship with God heal, my
relationship with my wife changed as well. I could now love because I had come
into the assurance that I was first loved.”