Once love gets inside of your soul, it tangles and binds itself firmly. It can be healing, hurtful, wonderful, painful, perfect, agonizing.
“Lord, show me the plank in my eye.” That was me not too long ago, praying in my kitchen out of desperation.
Almost right up until to our wedding day, I struggled with anxiety about the future. I never reached a moment of perfect, unending certainty that my husband was the person I was meant to marry.
When I was single, I really struggled with the sound of silence. I would often fill the quiet with TV or music -- anything, really.
For a long time, my romantic ideals were a bit, how do you say, UNREALISTIC. But there are a few truly deep, meaningful characteristics that I've realized matter most when you're thinking about marrying someone.