I am not you. GOODNESS, I am not you. And I am sick to death of the Christian culture that assumes I should be more like you.
"O God, early in the morning I cry to You. Help me to pray and gather my thoughts to You, I cannot do it alone."
I wish I could say it’s because I’m so dedicated to fitness. But really, it was an act of desperation.
I wish that his entrance into my life would have immediately resolved all my issues. That our marriage would evaporate all my insecurities and fears.
Don’t equate your husband’s love with him being able to read your mind.
And now for something completely different. My regularly-scheduled, more serious posts will return next week.
I am convinced that marriage is like buying a beautiful old house.