True love is him asking, “Why do you love me?” and me answering, “Because it’s worth it.”
Healing didn’t happen overnight, and there were so many moments – moments like the summer of 2006 – that were pauses on the journey where I simply held onto faith in God’s plan.
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…]
Is life ever not messy? For the first time in days I actually find myself with a moment of quiet and access to my computer, but words are failing me to fully express the mess that has been my life, our lives, for the past few weeks. All I can say that it’s been messy. There … [Read more…]
My husband and I just celebrated our 5th anniversary. On our 2nd anniversary, we started a tradition which we both really love. We make and decorate an anniversary cake together. We did so on our 2nd, 4th, and 5th anniversaries (the other two years, Russ was deployed). 2nd anniversary cake: 4th anniversary cake: Here I … [Read more…]
Yesterday was our 5th anniversary. Five years is a pretty big deal. We’ve been through a lot in those five years. We’ve spent two of those years apart. It’s been a long five years. But, as hard as they have been, they have been a good five years. I would like to commemorate this event … [Read more…]
“A rosebush is a much better picture of what marriage is really like. It has thorns. It is beautiful when it blooms, but it’s rather plain looking the rest of the year. It’s very much alive, but it isn’t always stunning or colorful. In the same way, marriage isn’t this wonderful, breathtaking thing day-in and day-out. Sometimes marriage just a thorny green bush. But the times when the beauty comes through in stunning blossoms makes the plain times, the painful times, worth it all.” The best anniversary gift I’ve ever received…a rosebush that keeps on growing with each passing year of marriage.
For four years of marriage, I based how good of a wife I was on my performance. …I stopped singing and shook my head at the irony, as I realized that this problem I have extended far beyond just my marriage. It originated in a faulty view of God that I had believed since childhood.
The more that I love and serve God, the more He’s going to love and accept me.