Over the days that followed, I often attended meetings with the brothers and sisters, and we would read God’s words, sing hymns and dance in praise of God. Gradually, my oppressive mood became greatly lightened. But every time I thought of how my husband had betrayed me, I still felt a dull throb of pain in my heart. Only later, when I read God’s words, did I understand why my husband had strayed, and I also understood the root cause of my pain.
