My husband doesn’t just tell me he loves me. His actions match his words, making both very powerful.
Yesterday, as I read chapter 19 to my sister, I could hear all the problem areas and see just how much work I still have to do. After a hectic, frustration-filled morning, it was more than I could handle. I felt that my story couldn’t even keep my interest, let alone anyone else’s. In short, I had a bad night. Very bad.
This morning, before we even got dressed, my husband made me sit and listen while he read through Chapters 1-5. They’re good. In fact, they’re great. So is this story.
We talked; we reconnected. Two very short sentences for what actually takes place between us. My marriage is a miracle, so is my husband.
I’m finishing this because I want to. It’s all I know to do right now, all I’ve been told to do—and that’s freeing. I don’t have all the answers, but I trust the One who does.