I'm stronger. I'm wiser. I'm better. Much better.
When I woke up from my nap yesterday, my prayers were answered. He was on his way (with food). And for the first time in a week, I believed the apology that was coming out of his mouth. I've heard that there's always a moment in someone's life where they reach a fork in the road. You get to the fork (a hypothetical fork, Justin, not the fork that you brought over. Sigh.): that moment in life where two options (never very clear, or very simple) present themselves, and the wary take a moment to contemplate the consequences of the two options. The unfaithful and the reckless, however, do a mental coin flip or pick the most dangerous and thrilling path to follow. But those who are married to Christ sit down at the fork, maybe lean against a tree and enjoy the sounds of silence around them, all the while waiting for His answer.
Well, I've reached a fork.
And I sat around in silence.
And I hear Him calling to me.
Today marks two months of continued strength and perseverance on the rocky road that led to this fork. My feet were tired, I was thirsty, and I was on the verge of giving up. But now that I've had a chance to sit and rest, the LORD has renewed and restored me. I have new hope for this semester, and for my relationship with Justin. He has done some serious soul-searching that I believe demonstrates his serious commitment and dedication to this relationship. I love this man.
Now if only he would take me out for frozen yogurt. It's like the only "yum" I can eat. Not that I'm complaining, but it's been hard to give up everything. I'm glad I've needed to substitute dairy into my diet to manage my medications....it offers me a little cheating leeway. Not that I'd ever cheat God. One day I'll do a solid fast instead of this partial Daniel fast. All in good time. I love you.