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Leaning Into Grace: Elisabeth Corcoran's book, Unraveling

Ben Goshow

“Why do you like this song so much?” Audrey asked as it played on our way to school. We had recently attended a concert hosted by The Psalm Project and purchased two of their CDs, one of which features Psalm 85. Show us your unfailing love. The song plays and replays. To me, it is grace on repeat. And that’s probably why I cry.

The longer I walk with Christ, the less I feel I’m advancing toward sophistication. Instead, I'm bending more and more toward the most elemental things: sin, grace, salvation. I marvel at what is simplest. And like a child  – I am awed by the faithful, steadfast love of God.

Show us your unfailing love. The Psalmist invites us to boldly entreat God for his unqualified, extravagant, and persistent love. Love me, God! Don’t fail at loving me! Keep at loving me, no matter what I do! Don’t give up on me, God!

If we were to be honest, while this is a prayer we delight in praying for ourselves, we often don’t welcome others to this beg for grace, as thoroughly biblical and right as we may understand it to be. We are amenable to the idea that God should persist in loving us - and uneasy when others seem to insist upon this for themselves. That grace imbalances the scales of justice never bothers us more than when it favors another person whom we choose to see as “undeserving.”

I confess this as a frequent sin of my own heart and an abuse of the grace I enjoy. We abuse grace, not only by persisting in the sin of which grace begs us to repent (“Are we to continue in sin that grace may abound? By no means!”), but also by begrudging others the grace for which they desperately long, by hating the prayers of even the self-proclaimed guilty who pray, ‘Love me, God! Don’t fail at loving me! Keep at loving me, no matter what I do! Don’t give up on me, God!”

We may only arrive at a decent appraisal of grace when we begin fearing its liberality. Yes, grace makes for disequilibrium: God loves sinners.

This preamble of grace serves as a long introduction to a book that some will judge as having presumed upon grace to defend her own sin. In her recently released book, Unraveling, Elisabeth Concoran writes about the lavish grace of God in the midst of the separation and divorce from her husband of 19 years. The message she has shared with many women hurting from a divorce hasn't always been welcome.

I am grateful how Elisabeth begins her book, framing the content of her story with a confident assertion of belief.

“I believe the Bible is God’s divinely inspired word to us.”

“I am 100% pro-marriage.”

“I believe God created marriage as a covenant to last for the lifetime of the couple.”

“I believe God would have wanted my marriage to become healthy and remain intact.”

This is a woman who, while committed to the biblical idea of marriage, watched her own marriage fall apart; who, while hoping in God, did not receive the deliverance she had asked of him.

Elisabeth is deliberately evasive about the story of her own marriage’s unraveling: this is no doubt for our best. We cannot judge the “merit” of her decision, although our impulse to do so may be strong; we can only journey with her in her episodes of “Brokenness,” “Grief,” “Vulnerability,” “Unknowns,” “Rejection,” “Sadness,” “Truth,” “New.”

Although I don’t know Elisabeth personally, I admire her commitment to leaning into grace. I have not read the entirety of the book, but I do sense it can be, if not the final destination for someone healing from a divorce, a traveling companion.

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Elisabeth Klein Corcoran is the author of Unraveling: Hanging Onto Faith Through the End of a Christian Marriage, along with several other books. She speaks several times a month to women's groups and is a member of Redbud Writers' Guild. During her time at Christ Community Church’s Blackberry Creek Campus in Aurora, Illinois she began and led their women's ministry for ten years prior to moving to the city’s Orchard Community Church. She lives with her children in Illinois. Visit her online at or  She is the moderator of two private Facebook groups: one for women in difficult Christian marriages, and one for Christian women who are separated or divorced. Email her at if interested in joining.

Unraveling can be purchased at Amazon:



I write about grace. (Try to live in it, too.) *Book update

I gave my husband a father’s day card for his birthday. Although he is a father - a wonderful father, this was not appreciated. I’ve since destroyed the evidence, can’t bear to hear him one more time refer to my kind and thoughtful card. I suppose I was hoping he’d ignore the rhyming references to “dad” and fail to notice the way I’d whited-out the “Happy Father’s Day!” and substituted in its place, “Happy Birthday!” (I may, in this particular instance, have underestimated the male powers of observation.)

I am a terrible wife. And I have reasons for being a terrible wife, although I won’t claim they are good ones. On the day of his birthday, I’d been writing. Most days now, I sit obediently at my desk for the quiet hours the children are in school, alternatively typing and wishing for something to say. Sometimes, if it’s going really badly, I putter in the kitchen, even put the dishes away.

On the day of said-birthday, I’d been betting on the idea that I had a birthday card already purchased for Ryan. But when it came time to look for it, I realized it was not a birthday card after all; it was a Father’s Day card.

That’s OK. Before getting the kids from school, I had already planned to stop by the cupcake shop. They’d sell birthday cards, right?


To make matters worse, the birthday card (Father’s Day card!) - which I did, I might add, lovingly inscribe to make up for my awfulness - ended up buried in the trunk of the car. (I confess: I was writing it at the school playground.) I couldn’t even find the birthday card (Father’s Day card!) in time for Ryan’s celebratory dinner (of leftover taco meat dressed up as nachos.)

I found it the next day, hand-delivered it with love.

(And you, too, wish you were married to me?)

I tell this story as preamble to a brief update on the book. How’s it going? Five chapters drafted, five to go. I think I’m finding my way into a better process, and I haven’t yet wanted to throw my laptop to the bottom of Lake Ontario. These are good signs.

Meanwhile, though, I’m giving my husband father’s day cards on the occasion of his birthday.

I wish it weren’t so hard to keep life in balance. But it is. And that's bids us towards grace.

“Grace is not only needed for the occasion of conversion, the moment we suddenly (or slowly) come to our senses and realize that we are spiritually bankrupt, having nothing to bring to God and everything to receive. Grace is also required for the long season of cultivated growth that follows. By grace we set out. By grace we are also sustained. Grace has as much to do about endings as it has to say about beginnings. It is a lifetime transaction.” (Excerpt from Chapter 3, whose title I still can’t land)

I write about grace - try to live in it, too.