I was invited by my friend Melissa of Glad Tidings By Mel, to share the story of how my husband and I met. Several others have joined in for some Valentine’s Day fun, and using the hashtag #AndThenTheyWereMine on Instagram, you can follow along and/or share a story of your own! I’m eager to read more tales about the early days of these relationships. It’s neat to look back at our story and see all that God has done. Here’s a bit about how we came to be!
This time last week I was in a vulnerable place. Some words had been spoken that cut me to the core, and as I worked through my hurt and emotions the following thoughts are what came to mind…
“STOP. Didn’t I tell you to stop? Do you want to go back inside?”
“Get off the grass. You know there’s dog poop on there. Get OFF the grass!!
“Leave your sister alone. PLEASE. Don’t touch her.“
“You’re just not listening. That’s it, we’re done out here. We are DONE.”
*** insert crocodile tears***
Saturday was a really hard day. I had high hopes of eating all my daughter’s candy after watching her frolick around as the best sheriff in town at a local church event.
It was supposed to be a great family night. It was supposed to be fun, fun, fun. It was supposed to be a number of things, but was instead a day that left me feeling like a failure in every possible way.
Empty promises lead to broken hearts. I’m sure we all know how it feels to be on the receiving end of this, but how often are we the ones not following through with what we’ve said? I am terribly guilty of performing lip service, but my actions haven’t always lined up with my words. I don’t set out to hurt people or be a flake, but too often busyness, distractions, pride and self-centered thinking lead me to neglecting the commitments I have made.