When the Past Drops in to Say Hello
This morning I was in a rush, I was late to getting to my workout class and I was just not in the best of morning moods. (who even has a good morning mood to begin with?) I saw something, and asked my husband (in an accusatory manner) assuming he had done something wrong without even giving him the opportunity to answer. I used to live that way. I used to watch his eyes, and watch his every move to make sure that he was living up to my precious standards, and when he fell short of them, I made sure to remind him. It was gut wrenching and it stole my joy. Every. Single. Day. I actually never even knew I could feel the freedom I feel now, I always thought I would live that way. By God's grace He rescued me out of that mouse wheel of watching, waiting for him to fail me, failing me, and then crucifying him for failing me. The whole morning I had a pit in my stomach, I knew what it was from immediately as I walked out the door because I used to live this way daily. I hadn't f...