Who doesn't LOVE being tagged in a Facebook post and then asked to post pictures depicting how you love your spouse? This girl. That's a lot of pressure! Facebook posts on a normal day are trying enough, let's be honest. So, when my sister-in-law (whom I love dearly) tagged me in the Love Your Spouse challenge, I figured I'd blog about it instead. You're welcome.
Love Your Spouse Challenge- Post 1
We met in 1996. I was 22. He was 27. We had no idea where this road would lead.
This picture was taken on our first trip together. We flew out to California to visit my aunt and uncle. It was the first time I'd gone on a trip like this and I was over the moon excited to get away with my hot new boyfriend! We had been dating for about five months.
I was really young. I had a handful of "serious" boyfriends, and a boatload of not so serious ones prior to meeting Pat. I had never known love. I had never felt worthy of love. I certa...
I cringe when people ask me about myself. Ask me about my kids, I'll talk all day. Ask me about my job, same. So, when I was asked by a friend, "What happened to you?" there was that pregnant pause that turns awkward after a few seconds and someone fills it with something bland like, "So, what school is your grandson at now?" If I could rewind and go back I'd be able to answer now (I'm always better AFTER the fact). It might look like this:
Friend, after discussing different "religious" friends and where they go to church, looks at me and says, "So what happened to you?" (implying that I've changed churches and I am different than when we last met). My eyes wouldn't waiver and I'd tell her what happened. There's only one answer to that question: Jesus.
My transformation hasn't been overnight, but it's a marked difference in who I was to who I am. I was broken, just like you. I held tightly to shame, just like you. I wore the cloak of regret...
I cannot remember a time when I traveled alone. I'm too chicken. That's why going to She Speaks last month was a palms-up moment for me. So, I went. I went alone, and came home filled. I flew to Concord, North Carolina, for what proved to be a life-giving conference. I was nervous, but open, out of my league, but completely in my place. The environment was breathtaking, the food was delicious (Dessert with every meal? Yes, please), and everyone was warm and friendly. We even received a beautiful "Swag Bag" as my girls call it.
To say, "I learned a lot," would be grossly understating the impact this weekend had on me. The breakout sessions were powerful, ranging from the foundations of good writing to knowing your readers' needs. The presenters were the best of the best. Wisdom-filled women gifted in teaching. And yet, it's neither the writing, nor the teaching that I keep coming back to.