Red circle with a number inside it. Just visualize it in your mind. You feel better already, don’t you? You feel good. At least I do. And that reality is making me sick inside.
Relationships are supposed to be messy. The wounds all over me are proof. But no one told me to expect them. I always thought relationships were supposed to be good all the time, otherwise, you’ll have to end them. When things get tough, you’re supposed to run, grudge, and, when applicable, break up. I caught that, I wasn’t taught that. No one sat down and told me. I simply watched and listened.
Can I be honest? Growing up in a Christian home is foreign to me. Sure, if you asked my family if we believed in God, we would have said yes. But follow Jesus? That’s something different, of course. But my kids will know what it means to grow up in a Christian home. And while I’m thankful for this (that will be another article), I also wrestle with fear because of this.