Today is my 13th wedding anniversary. It’s supposed to be a fun-filled, celebratory time, and it’s not. Instead, this anniversary has served to bring to the forefront – yet again – something that reeeeeeeally needs to be different going forward.
I’m a little bruised, a little sad, a little angry. I’ve stayed in bed reading all day, though in retrospect, my book choice, Chris Perez’ To Selena, With Love, probably hasn’t done my mood any favors. I’m going to eat my soon-to-be-delivered panang curry, and then I’m probably going back to bed, where I will watch really dumb YouTube videos and ignore everything else except my son, who is wonderful and growing into a very responsible young man. And eventually, I will sleep, and then, said in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice, tomorrow is another day.
And I won’t stop believing that the Lord is, even now, working behind the scenes on my behalf. I will stand on this truth until the day I die, knowing that it never won’t be the case. Even this present darkness (see Ephesians 6:12) will eventually disappear in the light. One of these days, things are gonna get good, and I’m here for that. Things are going to be different, and I’m definitely here for that. In the meantime, I remember that the Lord gave me “restoration” as one of my words for this year, and I know that even today is not beyond His reach. Post title notwithstanding, I don’t actually believe in luck or lack thereof:
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living, just because He lives.