I dug through our nightstands the other day, looking for a specific letter sent to me during the valley of 2014.
😮 Holy moly.
Our nightstands were time capsules of that heart-breaking, soul-splitting time.💔 He was deconverting from faith, and I was reinforcing mine. He was drenched in anti-religion rhetoric, and I was pouring my heart out in journals. We were sleeping on the very opposite edges of our bed with our backs turned, our hearts reeling by the sudden uprooting of our center that lay squarely upon my shoulders then—now—the Jesus who grounded us for 14 years of marriage.
So, here’s a glimpse at our time capsules’ content.
If you know us, you’ll know that as much as these books are different, they didn’t stop us from inching to the middle ground. As much as he lost his faith and shaped his intellect, my faith transformed and grew intellectually. And as much as we hurt each other in those days and months of 2014, we healed together and found love was so much more than a feeling🙌💞
It’s easy to share this throwback to the past with good friends and strangers. It’s much harder with those who we’ve just met in recent years. Do I want to be known by the past? (Actually, much of the stances are still same, just with new lenses on, especially for me). Lately, I have had this feeling I am not the only person who has struggled with this kind of valley. It’s taken 6 years to wonder about others out there. I know for me, peeking into someone else’s time capsule can bring hope for the person filling up their own today. So here’s me, giving any valley-walkers a glimpse at hope that you’ll survive enough to look back one day.🙏💛(Subscribe to my newsletter to learn more about Journey to Middle Ground in the upcoming months.)