Okay, well, if you don’t know me…maybe that is a little misleading. I am not a “sister wife” nor, am I a jilted lover. I am, by the grace of God and for reasons I don’t always understand, a Pastor’s wife.
It ‘s a good life.
Actually, it has been a good life the whole time. It was just that there were a few years where my perspective was a bit off. Somewhere in the closet of guilt and grief, I allowed boxes of bitterness and selfishness to pile up. These were ugly boxes full of spiders and snakes, and every once in a while one of the creatures would crawl out of the closet and into the place that could have been pleasant.
But, long story short–the boxes aren’t there anymore.
And, today, my man, my husband of almost 24 years, is performing a wedding ceremony for a young couple at a beautiful venue in Newport Beach, California. And, I get to watch without any spiders or snakes to ruin my day.
Happy Six Word Saturday. Happy me.
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