So we did what many couples do when no one is in our lives deep enough to help us carry the burdens…we waded through six more months of slowly fading into the “who are you” mode of marriage.
Those times when you look at each other and you know there is so much good in the one that you love, but the weight of life has drained the ever-loving grace and joy out of your lungs?
Thankfully my man shared honestly with a friend from church after a meeting, about how our marriage was running on fumes from the long journey to Washington and we really needed some space to just connect.
I love him for doing that for us. What a champ.
Before he even got home from the meeting that night (because that’s how Jesus works), a text message was sent to us with an invite to care for our little kids – so we could check out. I mean how ridiculously kind of them.
Isnt it sweet how God steps in and redeems a rough patch?
Our time was so amazing that I grieved going home – even after just one night. All the feels and fireworks were with us and I even forgot about ALL the kids.
Totally forgot we had kids. Amen.
A lazy morning complete with our favorite late hotel checkout, cold pizza leftovers from the 1 a.m. delivery, and then sitting out on the docks dreaming about the days ahead was the perfect closing ceremonies to the weekend.
Closeness can heal whats been stolen during difficult days.
Your relationship is not beyond renewal – but you have to wave the flag and step into a break with great expectancy.
Go find your people who care about your marriage.
Go find your break.
Go find yourself.
Go find each other.
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This article originally appeared at The Night Howells.
