Years ago I read a blog post about a date night idea which I thought was hilarious. But I knew my husband would probably never go for. I sent it to him with a note that said "we should do this sometime." Tonight ... it finally happened.
In our remembrance of the events of this week, this day, stuck in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, seems a bit forgotten. But I I wonder what this day was like for those who loved Jesus.
I wish someone had told me nine years ago that sometimes in marriage, you need to separate. And that doesn't mean you're giving up. Or you've failed.
A few weeks ago our pastor was talking about people of grace and he said "the calm waters are the deep waters." There is a calmness in the depths that not many get to see. But is it deep and peaceful and beautiful.
And that is the gift God gave me in my marriage.
It sounds silly to admit, but for my whole life, I’ve been afraid of being alone. I’ve spent my entire adult life filling it up. But as my fortieth birthday is behind me and I’m looking at the second half of life, I’m just now beginning to understand that I need solitude.
I knew going into it that marriage would be hard. You can't get married at 31 and not have a little bit of an idea of how messy it can be. But I think I may have underestimated it.
I've known since the moment I had kids that I had to hold them loosely. That tomorrow is not guaranteed. But knowing that and actually doing that are two very different things.
I have been afraid of skiing for 25 years. Then we had kids and for the first time in my life, I had something bigger than my fear. I had the desire to save my kids from my fear.