And now this hangs above the very spot where I prayed a prayer out of complete hopelessness.
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.
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.