What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?
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When people ask me, “What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?” I don’t think of skydiving or last‑minute travel. I think of something far more unexpected, far more beautiful: remarrying my husband after eleven years apart.
We first married in 2009. Our two boys were born in 2009 and 2010 — two babies less than a year apart. But in September 2011, circumstances outside our control forced us to legally separate. It wasn’t something we wanted. It wasn’t mutual. We had to walk through it — confused, hurting, and powerless to stop it.
And from that moment on, I had to parent alone.
I carried the day‑to‑day, the nights, the appointments, the fears, the milestones, the exhaustion, and the responsibility of raising two very young children without the family structure we once had. It was one of the hardest seasons of my life.
Years later, in 2018, that forced separation eventually became a divorce. By then, the distance felt permanent. Reconciliation seemed impossible. Legal barriers, family opinions, personal wounds, and a whole lot of history stood in the way. Honestly, the odds were stacked against us.
But God isn’t intimidated by odds.
After years of silence and heartbreak, something shifted. We reconciled in March 2022. We got back together in January 2023. And in May 2023 — with no other marriages in between — we stood together again and said “I do.” We became each other’s first and second spouse.
And yes… it was spontaneous. Beautifully, wildly spontaneous.
The Odds Weren’t in Our Favour
Here’s what the world says about remarriage:
Globally, about 40% of divorced individuals remarry within 10 years (United Nations, 2019).
In Europe, 35% remarry within 5 years (Eurostat).
In the U.S., 64% of divorced men and 52% of divorced women remarry (NCHS).
In Canada, 35% of divorced men aged 45–54 remarry, and men remarry 15% faster than women (Statistics Canada).
But remarriage to the same spouse? That’s so rare that no major statistical body tracks it. Sociologists call it a “low‑incidence marital pattern” — uncommon enough that it doesn’t appear in national datasets.
So when I say the odds were against us, I mean it.
I prayed through anger, confusion, fear, and hope. I prayed when reconciliation felt impossible. I prayed when it felt fragile. I prayed when it felt miraculous. I prayed for healing, clarity, protection, and God’s will—whatever it would be.
And God moved.
A Honeymoon We Never Had
In our first marriage, we never had a honeymoon. Life was too chaotic, too heavy, too complicated — especially with two babies.
But this time? We did something spontaneous — something that felt like reclaiming joy.
We packed up and took our first road trip ever, just the two of us. We drove from Northern Alberta into Northern BC, through the mountains, down south, back into Southern Alberta, and then all the way home again. No schedule. No pressure. Just us, the open road, and the quiet miracle of being together again.
It was wonderful. Healing. Freeing. Holy.
What God Restores, No One Can Undo
I held onto Jesus’ words:
“What God has joined together, let no man separate.”
-Matthew 19:6 (NKJV)
And the reminder:
“We love because He first loved us.”
-1 John 4:19 (NKJV)
Our story is full of trials, dedication, determination, and prayer. It’s not perfect, but it’s redeemed. And sometimes the most spontaneous thing you can do is say “yes” to the restoration God places right in front of you.
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