My marriage isn’t perfect. No marriage is. I’ve been known to throw orange juice across the kitchen, pitch a complete fit over something totally irrational, and go silent for days. Yeah me. But twenty two years has taught me love, real love, is two people deciding to stay. Work it out. Fall in love again. And fight for, not against, one another. Each morning I have a routine with my husband. It’s simple. Nothing profound. Nothing for which we’d ever stop and snap a picture. It’s just a moment. He asks me to help him pick a tie. He then needs gentle hands to fold the collar over. Actually, he doesn’t need. He wants gentle hands to fold the collar over. And I do. It’s just a moment. But it’s a moment where we stop. We see what a gift imperfect love is. And in this unrushed silence, we connect. It’s just a moment together. Or is it?…” - @Lysa TerKeurst Read the rest of this post on Lysas blog for a chance to win a copy of her new book, The Best Yes : lysaterkeurst/2014/07/recapture-what-gets-lost-in-the-rush/
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 02:00:01 +0000
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