This is the post I’ve wanted to write for months. There is so much I want to tell you, but it could not fit in this small space. Instead, I’m going to share only a small bit of what’s on my heart. I want you to know what a privilege it is to be part of a healthy and biblical body, and how grateful we are for our precious church. But what I really want you to know is that longevity matters.
Do you have a romantic evening planned with your sweetie? It took me a few years of disappointment before I learned that my husband’s love for me can’t be measured in candy boxes and cards. LeRoy and I won’t be spending an exotic “romantic” evening together, but our love is deeper today than it’s ever been.
The pink clouds on the horizon wake me this morning. Another day has started. Another day to praise God for mercies that are new and fresh for this day. Another day to cry out for wisdom in how to battle LeRoy's pain. I don't like to start the day this late. I need the early morning hours before daybreak to get my heart settled and prepared. Shortly after the sun rises, it's time to get breakfast going, meds laid out, and the washing machine running. The day is off and running and there's usually no time for pause until I lay my head back on the pillow for the night.