The Walking In Between

Photo by Briana Autran Photography (Max Patch, NC)

No one thinks to take a picture when love is hard. When you have to wake up in the morning and actively choose it. But there’s beauty in those moments too. In the struggle, we realize we can’t keep our vows on our own. We need therapy and community. Repentance and forgiveness. Self-awareness and self-forgetfulness. More Jesus than we ever expected.

But I’m so glad love is more than dopamine firing in the brain. It’s stuff like buying him new underwear when his old ones are holey and gross. It’s washing that one cookie sheet that’s been in the sink all week. It’s expressing your needs with open hands, knowing that you’re married to a person, not an omniscient being. It’s laughing about (at?) our kids at night. It’s all the walking in between. And it’s trusting that we do not walk alone.

So cheers to those of us bravely choosing this thing called love, in any and all of its forms. And mostly, cheers to the One holding us together.

Cheers to Jesus.