Every night as I curl up with the man who is my home, he offers up prayers to our Great God. He prays for this little family, broken and worn down by the cares of this world. He thanks God for whatever he can think of to be thankful for. He begs God for healing. Sometimes short, sometimes desperate, sometimes long and passionate, there is always prayer. This deep darkness is not my friend. Though it has been a constant companion for over a year, it is still unwelcome. But this uninvited guest has blessed us through the deepening of our marriage. We are learning to fight together, to pull for the same side, to wrestle hard for hope, for healing, not for our individual ideas. We are seeing how valuable prayer is and learning how to pray for each other. Darkness, you are not my friend. But I am thankful for what I have learned during your sojourn here.
I'm joining with Emily once again.