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| The dining room at Connie's House. |
In the year 2000 an anonymous testimony was published in Above Rubies
Magazine. It was read by women all over the world. It was the story of a
young wife whose husband abandoned her many times. He spent some of
that time in prison. For many years she raised their children alone,
always praying for her husband to come home, to be restored to his place
as head of their family.
She set a place for him at the table, in faith, each evening. The
children were taught that was where their Daddy's place was. They were
taught to love and respect him. . . After 12 years, great faith, and
many prayers, her husband came home and was saved.
In the year 2013, Above Rubies republished the testimony. This time, the
author's name was given: Connie Hultquist. There was also an update.
Here is Connie's Marriage testimony, as seen in Above Rubies:
"Bring Him Home"
Jim and I met in 1966. He was 25 I was 18. He was wild and so
was I. When we met he had already been in and out of prison for about
seven years, and was going back again for two years. We married in the
prison six months later. Soon after I had our son. A few months later I
miraculously came to Christ. Because of the prison term I didn’t live
with my husband for another two and a half years. After being home a
year he began a crime spree.
He deserted us over and over again. I had nowhere to turn
except to God. No one knew where my mate was. Some of the time my heart
would rage like a forest fire out of control on the dry and windy land. I
would run and scream like a woman out of her mind searching for her
mate in the raging fire. I’d scream curses at God only to faint from
exhaustion and weep bitter tears of repentance. I’d get back up, begin
running again and fall again and again until finally I’d surrender my
will to Christ’s will. And then I’d wait, maybe for another six months,
knowing God was in control.
In the beginning I thought about divorce. Well, wasn’t that
what a woman does if her husband leaves her repeatedly? And yet Jim kept
coming back and repenting. He would mysteriously end up at my back door
after being missing for four or five months, looking like a mad man.
But beneath the dirt and sun-parched face he was still mine.
I’d bring him in the house, give him dinner, and speak peace
and rest to him. I’d run the bath water for him to wash and feel like a
man again. Compassion would rise up in my heart. I had the Lord, and my
Jim didn’t. I would reverence and praise him.
I would shut the door on the world and be alone with my mate.
No matter what he had done to me, we were still one flesh. He was my
first and only husband--a terrible, ungodly, unfaithful husband, but he
was still my husband. His healing came again and again as I forgave him
and opened my love to him. I held nothing back.
There would be times when putting dinner on the table, I’d
notice he was awfully late. I’d listen for the car and begin running
again and again to the window. The old familiar fear would rage, knowing
that he had deserted me again. This scene happened about 30 times in
the first twelve years of marriage. He would suddenly disappear without
warning. The children would run in from play crying, “Where is daddy,
where is my daddy?” I’d tell my little baby, Jimmy, “Daddy is sick, but
Jesus is going to heal him.” I taught my little ones to pray, “Thank
you, Jesus, for bringing my daddy home.”
His mother died and no one could find him. My prayers went out
to God day and night, seemingly to no avail. The years went on and the
crimes continued as if I had no God. I felt like a motherless and
fatherless child. I was completely exhausted and my mate committed still
another crime and went to prison for almost four years.
I loved him. I felt he was demon possessed and yet he was my
husband. At times I hated him. Your arms and legs belong to you even
when they hurt, you can’t cut them off. I was like this about my
husband. He was mine. I hated it when he deserted me, but I was married
to him no matter what. Adultery to me was the worst of all sins. At
night before I entered my marriage bed alone I’d cry out to God to keep
me pure, even in my dreams, and that I would never dream of another man.
Many mornings I’d wake up and think, “Lord, why did you give me
another day to live?” Often the world seemed so black to me, but sweet
Jesus would come to me and speak life and joy into my tired and
depressed soul. One time God supernaturally took all my burdens away. I
forgot he had left me. It was so hilarious. I even wrote myself a note
to remember to pray for him.
The day-to-day message from the Lord was, “Now Connie, you just
get up out of that bed. You straighten your shoulders and you believe
God. This problem isn’t bigger than God. Don’t you prepare your day as
though Jim won’t be home. You get up and prepare your home for a
miracle.” Each evening when my husband was gone I’d fix supper for him
and put his plate at the head of the table. No one was allowed to sit in
his chair and no one was allowed to bad mouth him. I ran the house as
if he were home.
I survived and lived on the Word of God. I whispered His name
all day long. He walked with me in the valley of death and guided me to a
straight path.
All our phone conversations at the prison were censored. I’d
speak faith into the phone and say, “I’ll see you in a few days, honey.
The guards thought we were planning an escape because Jim had been given
a 10-year sentence!
People laughed at me and said that he would always leave me and
be in and out of prison. The prison guards told me that Jim was
institutionalized and was hopeless. Hopeless or not, he was my husband. I
knew I could never forsake the Lord by not forgiving my own husband.
Also, as a young wife I wanted to be a teacher of women when I got older
and I knew I couldn’t be divorced. I’d sing, “Keep me Jesus as the
apple of thine eye.”
The Lord would tell me to speak to the mountains in my life and
not doubt in my heart. I would speak to the mountain, which was Jim. I
would woo him and call him home with my prayers. Every muscle in my body
cried out to God to save him. I fasted and prayed continuously.
Jim was healed in 1979. After he had been in prison for the
last four years and home for about three months, he asked me to have
another baby, our fourth. I was so fearful and yet was praying for Jim
to be healed. I said No. I was not going to have another baby. I walked
away from him and the Lord spoke to me. “Connie, He said, “You have come
this far by faith. Don’t give up now.” After much heartache I obeyed
the Lord my God.
“Yes,” I told Jim, I’ll have another baby for you.” I placed
my future in his hands. When Jim saw that I still believed in his life
as a human being something released within him. The fear left his eyes
and He was delivered. He lifted his hands up to His Father and received
the anointing of a sound and unfettered mind. He began to slowly give
more and more of his life to Christ. He took over the bills and began to
work steadily.
The Lord did exceedingly and abundantly more than I could ask
or think. He gave me joy unspeakable. He showed me He was there all the
time. Satan had come in like a flood but the Lord raised such a standard
against him. All Satan did was build me a grand testimony.
God gave me a new batch of fruit. I had David in 1980, Dan in
1982 and Mary in 1985. We now have six children. I was queen in my
palace. I raised the children for Christ and to honor their daddy. I
taught them to jump when daddy walked into the room. I taught them to
get Daddy a cup of coffee or honor him in some way.
The guys at work say to my husband, “You don’t go out and drink
and party.” Jim says, “I have a wife to go home to. I spend my time
with my family.”
One guy said, “Boy, when work is over you run home.” The guy thought something was wrong with him!
I sit here thinking of Jim and the man he is now. He has been
home sitting at the head of our table for 20 years! Who is this Jesus we
serve? Surely He is the Son of the living God, a God who saw me crying
and feeling so forsaken, a God who knew the very moment Jim would be
healed. Jim is my walking miracle to always remind me that nothing is
impossible with God. He showed me that if we don’t give up we will see
the glory of God.
Proverbs 31:11 says, “The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her.”
A woman must gain the trust of a man such as this. His healing comes as
he feels safe enough to give Christ his heart and his wife his heart.
When Jim was healed he went from not seeing me to taking care of me. He
turned from Satan and took dominion over his Eve. He came into his
responsibilities as a man. I come under my husband and I don’t desire to
do anything else. I don’t always agree with him and I tell him I don’t.
But in the end his word is final. I want to be as Esther and not as
Queen Vashti.
Dear wives and mothers, don’t give up give up on your husband.
He sees your heartache. He won’t leave you or forsake you if you trust
in Him. I know for I’ve been to the other side.
In April 2006 my dear husband, Jim, died of a heart attack. As my six children and I gathered around Jim’s hospital bed the Hospital Chaplain told me, "I have never seen a family so full of love." As the nurse told us Jim had passed, I whispered to each of the children to comfort and love each other. As we left the hospital room I left a chapter in my life.
I wish I could say that all went well after that, but grief is hard to understand, and unpredictable. Jim and I were married for almost 40 years, my first and only husband. I still live in our family home, garden, bake bread, cook from scratch, and try to practice what I preach.
Jim would often say, "Connie and the children are what I live for, but I try to put God first. My family is my life." When we would give our testimony to a church group Jim would look up from the pulpit and say, "If it wasn't for that little girl right over there I wouldn't be alive today. She was my guardian angel."
I now have nine grandchildren and they are a wonderful blessing. Had I given up on my husband I would have never felt the joy of having all of these grandchildren. Praise the Lord.
Jim and I lived from one miracle to the next. To me, Jim and I were just two good forgivers as we all have feet of clay. Our love and life together was the most gut wrenching experience I ever had, but it was a one of a kind marriage. Would I do it all again? Yes, I would. Oh yes, it was worth it all. My marriage was tried in the fires many times but I came out with a testimony of love and truth. My marriage has a message, "If you don't give up you will see the glory of God."
CONNIE HULTQUIST
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