For the first twenty-four years, there were wooden rows of religion. I was very good at trying please God and earn His favor. I didn\u2019t understand most of it, but I\u2019m good at following rules, and I gave it my best effort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I attended a church with my brother that was very different from my upbringing. People in my row sang with exuberance and passion, while raising hands high into the air. I didn\u2019t know what was happening, and I was a bit scared, but my row seemed happy about Jesus and appeared thrilled to be there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Growth Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nShortly thereafter, I joined a more conservative church and joined the choir. Everyone in my row carried a large Bible, and we sang old hymns that I had never heard before. For the first time I began to understand God\u2019s Words, and I made wonderful friends in adult Sunday school classes. The old life was fading, the new heart and mind were blooming. And I invited many friends, acquaintances, and coworkers to join my row. Some said yes, others rejected the offer. Regardless, I was like a dry sponge soaking in God’s wisdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Weeping Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nIn that familiar row, I experienced an unfamiliar grief. I went through an unwanted divorce, and my once cozy row was flooded with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As other happy families and children filled in around me, my row now felt cold, hard, and desolate. A stark reminder that I was alone. What once was my happy place, became the weeping row. It was there that a good friend held my sobbing head above the water, when the devil tried to drown me with shame and grief. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Rebirth Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nAfter a remarriage, my row was filled with a new husband and his two sons. Stepfamily living had begun. My row started to warm up as I launched a divorce recovery ministry and encouraged others who were divorced to come sit with me. The pain had a purpose. The scars served a higher calling, and it was the tears of others, and arms of comfort filling my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Unfamiliar Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nSeventeen years later my husband and I went into full time ministry. I left the intimacy, security, and comfort of my hometown row and we moved to a new city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was very difficult to leave my precious, familiar, and contented row. Suddenly, I didn\u2019t have anyone to say hello to, no one to invite to sit beside me. I was the newcomer. I was outside the circle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moving was harder than I thought it would be. I longed for my established, cozy, memorable row. God was doing a new thing. I didn\u2019t like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Healing Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nI started leading divorce recovery ministry in our new very large church and suddenly I was meeting more weeping men and women than I could count.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They mentioned how Sunday was the hardest day of the week. They hated coming to church alone. I told them where I sit, and that I would be in a particular row the following Sunday. I invited them to join me there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
First it was 3 people from the group, the following week it was 8 who joined our row. Withing a month we were filling the chairs for the entire section. It became known as \u201cthe divorce recovery rows.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Salvation Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nWhen that season ended God moved us to another city and ministry. My husband was on staff at a church but once again I knew no one, and I was the odd man out. I decided to lead a women\u2019s Bible study. There I met several women who had been in church their entire life, but no one had ever told them what they had to do to know for certain they were going to heaven when they died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They knew how to be good, but they didn\u2019t know how to find salvation for their soul. This church would not have been my first choice to attend, but God knew what row He wanted me in. He knew I needed this row; it taught me to obey. My job is to stay hidden in Christ, nothing more\u2014nothing less. I made some great friends in that row; they have remained close to my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Final Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nThat brings me to my current row, where I looked over and saw my widowed friend and the ladies sitting beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will her row become my row one day? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I do know now is that one of those rows has been wasted. Whether I was crying or laughing, learning, or just having fun, God has used all of it. And the rows taught me to trust Him, even the ones I didn\u2019t want to sit in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not long ago I went back to my hometown and that Sunday attended the church that carries many memories. I sat in my old, familiar row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That day they were baptizing kids who had accepted Jesus as their Savior. I didn\u2019t know any of them, but suddenly I recognized their family members. The parents of those kids were the ones who came to my first divorce recovery groups. And now their children were walking into the waters of baptism. The harvest of that ministry had passed to the next generation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I began to understand the magnitude of what was occurring, I started crying. I could barely control it. I\u2019m sure the people sitting around me thought I was having a breakdown. They had no idea why I was suddenly a blubbering mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
God\u2019s miraculous, marvelous joy filled my heart and mind as the Holy Spirit revealed the fruit that God multiplied from my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It doesn\u2019t get any better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What row are you in?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Copyright 2025, May not be duplicated without permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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In that familiar row, I experienced an unfamiliar grief. I went through an unwanted divorce, and my once cozy row was flooded with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As other happy families and children filled in around me, my row now felt cold, hard, and desolate. A stark reminder that I was alone. What once was my happy place, became the weeping row. It was there that a good friend held my sobbing head above the water, when the devil tried to drown me with shame and grief. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Rebirth Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nAfter a remarriage, my row was filled with a new husband and his two sons. Stepfamily living had begun. My row started to warm up as I launched a divorce recovery ministry and encouraged others who were divorced to come sit with me. The pain had a purpose. The scars served a higher calling, and it was the tears of others, and arms of comfort filling my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Unfamiliar Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nSeventeen years later my husband and I went into full time ministry. I left the intimacy, security, and comfort of my hometown row and we moved to a new city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was very difficult to leave my precious, familiar, and contented row. Suddenly, I didn\u2019t have anyone to say hello to, no one to invite to sit beside me. I was the newcomer. I was outside the circle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moving was harder than I thought it would be. I longed for my established, cozy, memorable row. God was doing a new thing. I didn\u2019t like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Healing Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nI started leading divorce recovery ministry in our new very large church and suddenly I was meeting more weeping men and women than I could count.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They mentioned how Sunday was the hardest day of the week. They hated coming to church alone. I told them where I sit, and that I would be in a particular row the following Sunday. I invited them to join me there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
First it was 3 people from the group, the following week it was 8 who joined our row. Withing a month we were filling the chairs for the entire section. It became known as \u201cthe divorce recovery rows.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Salvation Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nWhen that season ended God moved us to another city and ministry. My husband was on staff at a church but once again I knew no one, and I was the odd man out. I decided to lead a women\u2019s Bible study. There I met several women who had been in church their entire life, but no one had ever told them what they had to do to know for certain they were going to heaven when they died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They knew how to be good, but they didn\u2019t know how to find salvation for their soul. This church would not have been my first choice to attend, but God knew what row He wanted me in. He knew I needed this row; it taught me to obey. My job is to stay hidden in Christ, nothing more\u2014nothing less. I made some great friends in that row; they have remained close to my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Final Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nThat brings me to my current row, where I looked over and saw my widowed friend and the ladies sitting beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will her row become my row one day? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I do know now is that one of those rows has been wasted. Whether I was crying or laughing, learning, or just having fun, God has used all of it. And the rows taught me to trust Him, even the ones I didn\u2019t want to sit in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not long ago I went back to my hometown and that Sunday attended the church that carries many memories. I sat in my old, familiar row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That day they were baptizing kids who had accepted Jesus as their Savior. I didn\u2019t know any of them, but suddenly I recognized their family members. The parents of those kids were the ones who came to my first divorce recovery groups. And now their children were walking into the waters of baptism. The harvest of that ministry had passed to the next generation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I began to understand the magnitude of what was occurring, I started crying. I could barely control it. I\u2019m sure the people sitting around me thought I was having a breakdown. They had no idea why I was suddenly a blubbering mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
God\u2019s miraculous, marvelous joy filled my heart and mind as the Holy Spirit revealed the fruit that God multiplied from my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It doesn\u2019t get any better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What row are you in?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Copyright 2025, May not be duplicated without permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nLaura Petherbridge<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLaura Petherbridge is an international author and speaker who serves couples and single adults with topics on relationships, stepfamilies, singles, divorce prevention, and divorce recovery. She is the author of\u00a0When \u201cI Do\u201d Becomes \u201cI Don\u2019t\u201d\u2014Practical Steps for Healing During Separation and Divorce, The Smart Stepmom,\u00a0<\/em>co-authored with Ron Deal, and\u00a0101 Tips for The Smart Stepmom: Expert Advice From One Stepmom to Another.\u00a0<\/em>Her website is\u00a0www.TheSmartStepmom.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Last Sunday in church I sat in the general area where I typically sit. I looked two rows over where I spotted a friend of mine and waved hello. A few moments later two more ladies slid into the seats next to my friend, and I thought to myself, \u201cThat\u2019s nice that they have each…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":1701,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,14],"tags":[266],"class_list":["post-1700","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-soul","category-transitions","tag-church-pews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/27"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1700"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1702,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700\/revisions\/1702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1701"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Seventeen years later my husband and I went into full time ministry. I left the intimacy, security, and comfort of my hometown row and we moved to a new city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was very difficult to leave my precious, familiar, and contented row. Suddenly, I didn\u2019t have anyone to say hello to, no one to invite to sit beside me. I was the newcomer. I was outside the circle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moving was harder than I thought it would be. I longed for my established, cozy, memorable row. God was doing a new thing. I didn\u2019t like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Healing Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nI started leading divorce recovery ministry in our new very large church and suddenly I was meeting more weeping men and women than I could count.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They mentioned how Sunday was the hardest day of the week. They hated coming to church alone. I told them where I sit, and that I would be in a particular row the following Sunday. I invited them to join me there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
First it was 3 people from the group, the following week it was 8 who joined our row. Withing a month we were filling the chairs for the entire section. It became known as \u201cthe divorce recovery rows.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Salvation Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nWhen that season ended God moved us to another city and ministry. My husband was on staff at a church but once again I knew no one, and I was the odd man out. I decided to lead a women\u2019s Bible study. There I met several women who had been in church their entire life, but no one had ever told them what they had to do to know for certain they were going to heaven when they died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They knew how to be good, but they didn\u2019t know how to find salvation for their soul. This church would not have been my first choice to attend, but God knew what row He wanted me in. He knew I needed this row; it taught me to obey. My job is to stay hidden in Christ, nothing more\u2014nothing less. I made some great friends in that row; they have remained close to my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Final Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nThat brings me to my current row, where I looked over and saw my widowed friend and the ladies sitting beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will her row become my row one day? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I do know now is that one of those rows has been wasted. Whether I was crying or laughing, learning, or just having fun, God has used all of it. And the rows taught me to trust Him, even the ones I didn\u2019t want to sit in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not long ago I went back to my hometown and that Sunday attended the church that carries many memories. I sat in my old, familiar row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That day they were baptizing kids who had accepted Jesus as their Savior. I didn\u2019t know any of them, but suddenly I recognized their family members. The parents of those kids were the ones who came to my first divorce recovery groups. And now their children were walking into the waters of baptism. The harvest of that ministry had passed to the next generation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I began to understand the magnitude of what was occurring, I started crying. I could barely control it. I\u2019m sure the people sitting around me thought I was having a breakdown. They had no idea why I was suddenly a blubbering mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
God\u2019s miraculous, marvelous joy filled my heart and mind as the Holy Spirit revealed the fruit that God multiplied from my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It doesn\u2019t get any better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What row are you in?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Copyright 2025, May not be duplicated without permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nLaura Petherbridge<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLaura Petherbridge is an international author and speaker who serves couples and single adults with topics on relationships, stepfamilies, singles, divorce prevention, and divorce recovery. She is the author of\u00a0When \u201cI Do\u201d Becomes \u201cI Don\u2019t\u201d\u2014Practical Steps for Healing During Separation and Divorce, The Smart Stepmom,\u00a0<\/em>co-authored with Ron Deal, and\u00a0101 Tips for The Smart Stepmom: Expert Advice From One Stepmom to Another.\u00a0<\/em>Her website is\u00a0www.TheSmartStepmom.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Last Sunday in church I sat in the general area where I typically sit. I looked two rows over where I spotted a friend of mine and waved hello. A few moments later two more ladies slid into the seats next to my friend, and I thought to myself, \u201cThat\u2019s nice that they have each…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":1701,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,14],"tags":[266],"class_list":["post-1700","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-soul","category-transitions","tag-church-pews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/27"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1700"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1702,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1700\/revisions\/1702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1701"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livingyourbestlife60plus.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
When that season ended God moved us to another city and ministry. My husband was on staff at a church but once again I knew no one, and I was the odd man out. I decided to lead a women\u2019s Bible study. There I met several women who had been in church their entire life, but no one had ever told them what they had to do to know for certain they were going to heaven when they died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They knew how to be good, but they didn\u2019t know how to find salvation for their soul. This church would not have been my first choice to attend, but God knew what row He wanted me in. He knew I needed this row; it taught me to obey. My job is to stay hidden in Christ, nothing more\u2014nothing less. I made some great friends in that row; they have remained close to my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Final Row<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\nThat brings me to my current row, where I looked over and saw my widowed friend and the ladies sitting beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will her row become my row one day? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I do know now is that one of those rows has been wasted. Whether I was crying or laughing, learning, or just having fun, God has used all of it. And the rows taught me to trust Him, even the ones I didn\u2019t want to sit in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not long ago I went back to my hometown and that Sunday attended the church that carries many memories. I sat in my old, familiar row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That day they were baptizing kids who had accepted Jesus as their Savior. I didn\u2019t know any of them, but suddenly I recognized their family members. The parents of those kids were the ones who came to my first divorce recovery groups. And now their children were walking into the waters of baptism. The harvest of that ministry had passed to the next generation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I began to understand the magnitude of what was occurring, I started crying. I could barely control it. I\u2019m sure the people sitting around me thought I was having a breakdown. They had no idea why I was suddenly a blubbering mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
God\u2019s miraculous, marvelous joy filled my heart and mind as the Holy Spirit revealed the fruit that God multiplied from my row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It doesn\u2019t get any better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What row are you in?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Copyright 2025, May not be duplicated without permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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