I know it hurts her. for I remember.
the sitting up at night crying as a little girl because my legs hurt so badly. the being incapable of finding a comfortable position place to rest. the not knowing when or if the feeling would ever go away.
I vividly remember the throbbing. the stretching as the bones and muscles each lengthened. the intensity of feeling as the two things that held my very person together were being stretched to the point of pain. and tears.
And the only thing that would emotionally get me through (as we all know medicine only helps take the edge off of the physical aspect) was the fact that I knew I was getting taller, growing up, and...thank the good Lord... becoming the Big Girl I wanted to be.
Because really, who wants to be 3 foot 5 forever? Certainly, not me.
Today Raegan wasn't the only one experiencing growing pangs. I shared in her season of stretching. Only mine were in the marital extremities.
Yep, it was one of those days. The kind where I wanted to beat my
The kind where I felt like crying. The kind where I felt totally and completely inept in finding the comfortable position...so I could emotionally rest. A day where I wished there was such a thing as Relational Tylenol.
even if only to take the edge off for a while. ;)
I write, not to focus on the less than perfect, but to not run from life's truths. The truth that says growing pangs don't only occur in legs and arms and torsos. But that they occur deep within. in a place not seen. bringing about a growth not measured by rulers or scales.
and usually in a place where you are in relationship with another person. who's also growing deep within.
And so I write for my daughters...and maybe for women out there that don't have friends who share Truth with them.
The kind of truth that says, "You know what? I'm happily married. I'm totally and completely in love with my husband, and only him. But crap-it-all, if there aren't days where I want to
Those days come. Sometimes often.
I happen to think they're a natural part of marriage. You know, being that it involves two different people who come with prepackaged, independent points of views, with a set of well-established habits on how to approach life, and a unique understanding of communication that was laid out and lived out before them as children.
So yeah. I'm thinking Those Days are completely normal.
And let's just be honest and say... there are seasons where those "days" seem to come in blocks of time. Like weeks...that span into months. Lovely.
I know part of this season of rough patches for us is due to The Book. A book that could potentially impact hundreds and hundreds of thousands of women. or so they tell me.
And as I step into the role of writer that God has called me into, I know I'm walking into the front lines of a Battle that spans straight to the Gates of Hell. and that wages war over every marriage.
I know this. I told Jet I knew this when I agreed to take up this "project". I think my exact words were, "Um, honey? You know if I write this book, you so better be nice to me. Because I'm stepping into Hell." ;)
But man, if knowing that doesn't change the fact that I stilllllllll hate marital seasons like this.
Yet we continue to choose to press through. keeping our eye on the Truth. on The Promised Outcome that declares we are going deeper, growing up, stretching our spiritual muscles, and.... thank the good Lord.... becoming the "mature married couple" that we've always wanted to be.
Because really, who wants to be 3 foot 5 forever? Certainly, not us. ;)
(No husbands were hurt in the making of this blog. and that all material was read and happily pre-approved of by The Hub prior to publication. See? The picture is proof...taken moments after writing this. *wink* and oh, it's almost 10pm...requesting you look past the I'm-so-tired look I'm sporting. *grin* )
I love you, Jet. You are the love of my life. and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather
