I think the fear is lifting. I know I had flashes of it on and off over the last six or seven years. It was fear that what, my husband would leave me? But then, at one point, I moved out from him for six months. Fear of what might happen when he went back to Korea? But he did go back, he went back for a week before I'd move back in with him. And he came back in great shape. I don't know what it is, honestly.
Maybe it's fearless love. Somehow something happened and now it can be a fearless love. I have faith again. He's home, all is well. We can begin the next adventure of our lives together.
Faith is a beautiful thing.
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