I’m upstairs in bed at 7:00pm because I’m exhausted. I’m tired, I’m angry, I’m sad, I’m hurt…. My sweet husband, the purest soul I know, got rejected from his dream PA school. My heart breaks. It physically hurts when the person you love the most on this earth is hurting. I can’t explain the feeling but it’s physical.
I’ve been meaning to write but I can’t put my thoughts into words.
Then I stumbled upon this picture…. We weren’t even officially dating yet. We were “talking” as the youngin’s call it these days ;)… He had put his arm around me for the first time and this is our first ever picture taken together. My heart leaped when I saw it again today. It brought back so many feelings of when we were dating and couldn’t stand being apart.
I’m upstairs reading my book, he’s downstairs watching TV. But I’m gonna go downstairs. I’m going to snuggle up next to my hubby and tell him how much I love him (even if he thinks I’m just being emotional, which usually I am).
To finish up, I’ve been having trouble praying lately. I can’t find the words to speak. My emotions and thoughts are running wild. ‘what will our future hold?’ ‘When can we really start a family?’ ‘WHEN will he ever get into PA school.” Then after listening to Lysa Turkhurst’s ‘uninvited’, I learned when it’s hard to put your thoughts into prayers to pray Psalm 91….
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
Thank you, Jesus.