Alex and I have been in a bit of a "rough" patch the last several days. Nothing serious but nonetheless not pleasant. It seems we get on this ongoing and infinite cycle of needing more "alone" time, but with two kids and several weekly commitments, neither of us is getting that. Patience is running thin in our household and I think we both desperately need a vacation. Unfortunately warm weather and palm trees is nowhere near in our future. Therefore, we're both just going to have to suck it up and be miserable.
Okay, "miserable" might be a slight exaggeration.
Yesterday Alex and I were informed that a couple in our church are going through a very difficult time. The husband moved out and no one seems sure what lies beneath the reasoning behind such a shocking decision. This man is very close to Alex and I know it breaks his heart to see his friend go through something so terrible. It's always so unnerving to hear of news such as this because this couple is a believing family. I know they love the Lord and will hopefully and ultimately seek His guidance in the days to come, but you always think these sorts of things don't happen to "christians". But they do, and probably all too often.
Anyhow, Alex's and my need for "alone" time really got shoved on the back-burner after hearing this news. In fact, our arguments about whose job is harder and why we're so exhausted just seemed so petty. And they are petty. In the grand scheme of things I am so lucky and blessed because I know with all of my heart and soul that Alex would never move out. He would never leave me no matter how tough the circumstances, I just know it.
Today I woke up loving my husband just a little bit more, and while I'm writing this I hear my daughter giggling on the floor - probably at the sight of her own hand - and it just makes me remember just how blessed I am.
I can get more alone time in heaven, I suppose, because today I am counting my blessings.
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