Thanks for checking in Tim, hope all is well with you, btw.
I've been trying to drop this rope for a little bit now...sometimes I feel level, composed and working on finding my happy contentment. Other times, I breakdown and crave tangible hope.
I have no expectations, but I do have hope. The time passing has literally knocked me over. And though I've personally made a lot of changes that I want to stick, there is so much more to go. This road is extremely lonely and hard but nevertheless, I made a choice to love my husband and stand for our marriage. I just came across something that was so simple but poignant to me and that is:
Don't stand still (or standing isn't standing still). I'll keep ruminating on that. I guess I also question what the beginning buds of restoration even looks like, what the tiniest of tiny buds look like when they start to burst through. Even before the WAS has even stated he wants to come home. Is that even possible?
"Be messy and complicated and afraid and show up anyways."
