A Messy Process

The whole "one flesh" thing is a pretty crazy thing at times, isn't it?

Nick and I had one of our annual GIGANTIC fights this morning. If you've been married for any length of time, you know what I mean. When the gloves come off and you just let it all fly. It never really comes at a convenient time, and this morning was no different. It made Nick late the his HCH Board Meeting and it made me miss taking Nico to speech therapy. It feels ABSOLUTELY ridiculous and embarrassing to admit. And it's this thing you see happening as it's starting but it seems to be like stopping a runaway train. (At least for me anyway.)

I keep thinking that we'll finally get to a point where this doesn't happen anymore. But so far I am wrong. (Although I do think it's happening less frequently-- would you agree Nick?)

So you may be wondering why I am airing all my dirty laundry for the world (or at least my dozens of readers) to see. I guess it's just out of a desire to expose sin for what it is-- common to man. (See 1 Cor 10:13) It's a challenge sometimes because I think a lot of people think we have it all together. Ha! I will wholeheartedly say that there are some-- albeit very few-- areas where I do feel like we have some semblance of having it together. But in most areas, yeah-- we're just regular people, prone to the same old-fashioned selfishness that fights against any fruit in our lives that comes from God.

How grateful I am to belong to a God who has new mercies for me every morning. And to a husband who affords me this same grace.