praise

Lately, I’ve found myself with that flittery type of faith. The kind you like to ignore and pretend you’ve still got it rock solid. The kind you don’t like to admit to in public. The kind we all get at times, but think no one else has.

So in light of all that, I’m coming out in the open.

My faith flits.

Groping to find some light, I’ve been reading Psalm 119. How can I not be helped by something so desirous of God and so flittery as well?

I have to take this week to publicly praise my husband, Jonathan - my first ministry.

Jonathan, thank you for being a hero to me. Thank you for working hard to provide for us, and to make broken things heal. Thank you for letting me cry, and never despising my tears.

Thank you for consistently choosing to be on the same team with me, especially when I treat you like we're not.