Partnership

My man.

My best friend. 

My confidant.

My solace.

We've been together for a long time. Eighteen years. Sometimes, it seems longer than it really is. It's been quite the journey for the two of us.

He's a musician. I'm an artist. Can you imagine the combination?

It's beautiful. Passionate. Intense. Emotional. And even sometimes volatile.

We are absolutely and completely different from one another.

There is no middle of the road for either of us. We "run" very high or very low.

We love fiercely. But we also hurt deeply.

And I have hurt him. Yes, he has hurt me too. But I know I've hurt him more.

When you love like we love, the hurt is more intense. Does that make sense?

But yet....there is forgiveness and growth and an amazing future ahead for us.

In all of my struggles...he has been there. Arms wide open.

He has comforted. He has reproofed. He has been my rock. Sometimes that rock feels more like a brick wall...but I'm pretty sure there are times I need to hit the wall. But when I fell back, he caught me.

It hasn't always been like this.

There have been many days where giving up seemed like a much easier path to follow. Moving on and getting on with our own lives, separate from each other, seemed like a glorious option.

But we chose to fight. Chose to hang on. Chose to wade through mud so thick it seemed to swallow us up at times.

Why? Why did we choose that path? Was it the "right" thing to do? Was it because the Bible told us to? Was it because of our children?

Yes. And no.

We are deeply entrenched. We are so very connected. We are intimately ONE with each other. 

You can't pull that kind of glue apart. Not ever. Part of my soul would have been ripped out and tied to his forever. And part of him would have been forever with me.

So we chose each other. With all our faults and inconsistencies. With all the hurts and wounds. With all our passionate....deep....unconditional love.

photo credit Shannon Miller Photography

We don't do it alone. We can't. We are not strong enough. We are not capable. So we keep our hands intertwined as we lift our eyes up. We pray to our Savior for wisdom, and guidance, and grace....every day. And little by little we grow into exactly what He has planned for us.

I love this man. He truly completes me. 

I.am.blessed.