I won’t leave you hanging as to my answer in A Choice.
As I write these posts you know the end of the story because I’m still married to the tall guy with the afro. No he doesn’t have an afro but he did when I met him. He eventually had to get a real hair cut. I may have to dig out a picture…with his permission of course.
Sitting across the restaurant table from my husband I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was it crystal clear that I was so unhappy with my husband and 2 babies I should leave my husband and go home to my parents? What about my vows to cherish him in sickness and health, for richer for poorer, leaving my parents and cleaving to my husband? I was standing at the fork in the road, what would I do?
My answer would determine the course of the rest of our lives.
There was NO way I was going anywhere. With God by my side who would never leave or forsake me, I was staying right by my husband who loved me more than I could ever imagine. I should make it clear there was nothing drastic going on in our family or in our marriage, but the day in day out of raising of very young family had become very overwhelming. There would be more days and months of hard days, but I would never be faced with choosing between leaving and staying. Rob was stuck with me.
Marriage is the hardest thing I’ve ever done…homeschooling for 4 years might be right up there with that! I’m married to a sinner and I’m a sinner so you know what happens when you put two sinners together. Grace and mercy have been our constant companions as we continue to love each other according to 1 Corinthians 13, thanks Becky for the reminder.
Five years into our marriage we said good-bye to our first pastorate and moved to the Midwest to begin again. More on that next week.
Now these three remain:
But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13