Maybe that’s the key. Maybe it’s seeking grace instead of healing.
Maybe it’s recognizing the blessings in my life as they are and not as I wish they were.
What I am certain of is that I will devote the rest of my life to making this man in my arms happy and keep him smiling the way he is now.
Because he’s not just a blessing—he’s a miracle.
And I love him.
That night, as we lie in our bed with Daniel snuggled in my arms and sweetly sleeping, I close my eyes and pray.
Thank You for this most perfect of men, Lord. I didn’t realize how much I needed him and his love. I know this has been a rocky path I’ve walked, and there were plenty of times I didn’t trust You enough. Whatever trials he and I face, please grant us both wisdom and grace and patience so we can work through them. Together. Because I don’t know what I’ll ever do if I lost him.
Because I don’t think I could survive that kind of loss twice in one life and not want to kill myself.
Amen.
