When “till death do us part” is poetry echoing in your soul.
When you feel as though your heart might explode from the great joy that is crashing over you … wave after wave of wonder and gratitude.
Courtesy comes so easy on the honeymoon … in fact, for many of us, we weren’t even aware of the selflessness. He was our first thought, our first priority … and putting aside self to yield to him was willing, joyful even.
Somehow, though, over the days and weeks, as the months become years, that willingness finds itself swallowed up. One day, someone asks the question, “What if?”
And we begin to wonder … to inspect … to confess.
“What if?” changes things, doesn’t it? Simple words that open our eyes to a new prayer … or an old prayer worth revisiting.