Have you ever felt like your life is out of control? You have a direction you’d like to go, but your path is anything but straight. If you’d look back, it’s as if you’re drunk with the way it looks like you’ve weaved back and forth along the way.
For the last few years, that’s how my life has been. There are things happening in our home that began in the summer of 2015. While I can’t go into details, the seriousness that’s evolved as a result has added an enormous strain on our household.
Tuesday was just another pivot in our world, where the out of controlness we continue to feel played out once more. Keith and I are at a loss for what we should do or how we can help. While the pat answer as a believer is always to pray and to leave it in God’s hands, but we’re human. We try to fight the worry monster, but he likes to rear his ugly head anyway. So we struggle. Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.
Yet through all of this, the one solid surface we have is each other. Keith and I lean on each other as we muddle through our turbulent world. Keith is my anchor, and my hope is that I’m his.
Just last month on February 18 we celebrated our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Twenty-five years. Is that even possible? Obviously, the answer is yes. It’s more that it’s hard to believe it has been twenty-five years. Yet, to look back over those twenty-five years, our path has never been a nice, straight one. There have been very few instances where things were just uneventful throughout our married life together.
Strength. That one word alone can encapsulate the result upon the two of us and how we’ve matured together as a couple. Through every situation or event that’s happened, we’ve grown, and the result has provided a more in-depth strength that continually grows stronger and stronger.