I’ve realized that you never really stop being scared of marriage because you have to trust God to hold it together when life keeps throwing crap at you and you are just holding on to each other for the ride.
My husband bares no physical scars from war. But the scars on his mind and our hearts and our little family remain.
How can I join hands with my sisters and shine in a brilliant army of stars when I’m not willing to join hands with the one standing beside me who should matter the most?
Life just got a whole lot bigger and scarier. But the God I knew was still small and stuck in the box I created for him with my incomplete understanding of his grace.
One glance at the word and I’m transported back to 2007 and I hear Clay Walker crooning from the stereo of my “new” green Chevy Malibu. Fall Go on and fall apart Fall into these arms of mine I’ll catch you Everytime you fall Go on and lose it all Every doubt, every fear, Every … [Read more…]