When I found myself failing in my role as a wife, I started forming a new understanding of identity – one that was deeply rooted in who I believed I was instead of who I thought I was supposed to be. And I finally came to understand that no person or group could be the compass for that.
Being brave and strong doesn’t mean there is a complete absence of sadness, or even fear. It’s just continuing to put one foot in front of the other even when your soul is being crushed by the weight of your circumstances.
I know you’ve heard this said before, but that’s because it’s true: no one gets married thinking they are going to get divorced.
There is a rhythm to our lives – times of feast and times of famine. And while they might seem in opposition, I think they are intricately connected in ways we don’t even know.
My word for the year, ONWARD, is going to require what on its surface will seem like a momentum killer. That is, 2018 is going to intentionally be filled with the spiritual discipline I need most: silence.
