Hey, friends! Tomorrow is FEBRUARY. How on earth?? If you’ll recall, February is the month I said we were gonna talk about Real. Hard. Love. All. Month. Long.
28 days. 28 posts. Lots of stories of hurt and hope and wreckage and reconciliation and tears and triumph and love and loss and Jesus.
I’ve got some people lined up to share from their hearts and lots of empty spaces for the Spirit to nudge you to put your hand in the air, and say, “Um, so, I’ve got something.”
Like your husband had an affair. Or you did.
Or you feel like damaged goods, like you don’t deserve to be loved.
You know you’re supposed to love your mother-in-law, but wow.
Or you’ve been praying for a husband for a long, long, long time, and it feels like your window of opportunity closes inches at a time.
You’ve got a child you love with all your heart. But she’s really, really hard to like right now.
Or God has called you to love some people you’ve got every right to hate.
You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling. And there’s no way it’s coming back.
Or you and your spouse are the “perfect couple” as far as everyone else knows, but you’re dying inside. And so is your marriage.
Your life has been ripped apart by abuse and addiction. Yours or someone else’s.
Or [your story here].
Loving when it’s hard. Real. Hard.
I can’t wait to see what God’s up to, friends. I’m asking him to be in this, because duh. Everything’s pointless without him.
And because he’s love. He. Is. Love.
See you tomorrow!