When I look past the planning I remember I am getting married.
I hope I'm good at marriage.
I'm SO afraid that I won't be.
I'm afraid that someday I will lose the feelings.
I'm afraid of fighting.
I'm afraid of the silence of NOT fighting.
Oh, Lord, please guard my mind. Help me to think about "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy." Oh, God, I know I can't take this on with my own strength! I am helpless to be the wife Caleb needs. I am selfish and afraid. I need You to give me Your love, Your strength, and Your selflessness.
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