In my defense, "normal" wasn't a bad thing. But if I stayed in that place of wishing and striving to get things back to how they used to be, I'd miss out on today.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could harvest the fruit of our crops immediately? Seeds go into the ground, you water it, wait five minutes and BAM, there are baskets of fresh strawberries ripe for the picking. Unfortunately, gardening doesn’t work that way. We prepare the ground, plant, tend to the seedlings, and eventually gather a harvest. Planting seeds in life works pretty much the same way.
It’s my pleasure to chat with you about "A Wife’s Secret to Happiness as part of our Book Blog Tour (click here to join the Book Club on Facebook). And I get to share about my response to chapter three. The submission chapter.
God gives not only the mission, but the power to carry it to completion. Not to shrink back in fear. The opposite of timidity. You are not faint-hearted. You are powerful, endowed with love and blessed with self-discipline.
Marriage is as incredible as it is hard. I've been thinking about this for months as Jared and I face trying circumstances together, prepare for a book launch, and just navigate regular daily life. I've had many days where I could use a little pick-me-up, and it's been amazing to see how God uses a short message from a friend or a few minutes with Him to revive my spirit. So with that inspiration in mind, I've been working on a fun new project!
Sometimes I don’t feel strong. Other times it’s even worse, and I feel weak … exhausted … lost. We’re taught that only the strong survive. To put on a brave face and soldier on. But what happens when I can’t soldier anymore? When my arms aren’t strong enough for the task, and my heart can barely hold on to the last strands of hope?
Jared and I drifted apart in the months after Dillon was born. It wasn't a subtle drifting, like rowboats that slipped their knots and meandered off to sea in the quiet of night. We saw it. Felt it. Watched it happen. Each of us in a boat without paddles, our cupped hands pawing furiously at the water. Calling out with loud voices until exhaustion took over. Our commitment to one another and to our marriage didn't waiver. But our connection did.