Sometimes you have a story. A story to share because someone needs to say "I'm not alone" This story of mine you can either look at and say I so don't get this or you may read these words and think this is me. I am a jealous wife. And it's not good. I've grown, which is good, but I still have work to do. "I know you were checking her out" "You wish you were married to her instead of me" "I know you wish I was as tiny as her/pretty as her/smart as her/sweet as her" Right now the story for you either stops now or you keep reading because you feel so over it all. The fearful feelings, the tightness in the shoulders, the arguments, the feeling of not good enough that consumes every thought. Let me tell you --- YOU are seen. God sees the brokenness, He sees the desperate thirst for something and that something is Jesus. And things CAN get better. You don't have to search through his emails and text messages. You do...
"we tend to stay away from mourning and dancing. too afraid to cry, too shy to dance. we become narrow-minded complainers, avoiding pain and also true human joy. while we live in a world subject to the evil one, we belong to God. let us mourn, and let us dance." -henri nouwen