I’m linking up today with a host of bloggers and we’re all sharing a few of our favorite things. You’re going to want to check them out. The link is at the bottom of this post. Our world today is kind of a mess. Maria attempt to distract the Von Trapp children from the awful storm outside by offering some happy distractions, I hope that by my sharing a few of my favorite things, you will find a small bit of solace from all the crazy out there.
The Lenten practice is relatively new for me. The denomination I grew up in didn’t talk about it or acknowledge it really. I only knew that this was something other denominations practiced and my questionings were typically met with “we don’t agree with them”. I’m not belittling my denomination and it is nice to see them coming around. Back in the day, though, I wasn’t taught that there was any margin for consideration or attempts to understand or explain this liturgical practice of focusing on the impending death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. It was simply what others do.
Dear hurting wife, I see you.
I see you because I know you.
I see you because I have been you.
Dear old husband,
I’m aware that neither of us really think of ourselves as old. I wonder if we’ll be old when we’re 80. I’m not quite sure. I don’t know what “old” is but I think we’re there and if not, we must be close because the physical signs are flashing in neon at this point. There are times when I simply can’t believe all that we’ve made it through but then there are times when I’m reminded of every single adventure as they run deep throughout my slowing bones.
I think many thoughts. My brain tends to run on high speed and barrel through my days (and often my nights) like a runaway freight train. My husband can confirm this. Some of my thoughts are good and fine and actually quite brilliant. But many of them are unhealthy.
I’m going to be honest with you (as I always am). This picture wasn’t taken on Valentine’s Day. I don’t know the exact day but this picture was taken in the hardest season (not exaggerating) our marriage has ever endured. I look back at it with wonder.
I had become bitter, grumpy, angry and sad. I had chosen to allow pain to take root in my soul and let it flourish. I don’t think everyone saw that in me but I know my husband did. It was easy to be bitter and angry towards him because he deserved it. At least that was my reasoning during that painful season.
I would love to tell you that I’m organized. I would love to tell you that the clothes in my closet are color coded and all of my “Tupperware” is categorized by size and color. I would love to tell you that my computer files are neatly put into folders and I don’t have a million tabs open in my browser bar. But I can’t. And we’ll save the discussion of my email and photo hoarding tendencies for another day called “never”.
I’m sharing a bit about my anger issues over at JordanHarrell.com as it relates to marriage and making peanut brittle. Here is an excerpt of it. I hope you pop over to her site to read the rest. Thank you, Jordan, for allowing me to be a part of this amazing series, 31 Days of Marriage Guest Series.