Recently my husband and I went from being geo-bachelors to actually living together for the first time ever. To say that I was worried would be an understatement. I spent so many nights in that last month awake and in a complete panic. What if we didn’t get along? What if he realized he didn’t really like me? What if the move didn’t go well? What if I resented him for being in “my” space? How was I going to adjust the budget now that I had to buy twice as many groceries? What were we going to do if he didn’t find a job quickly enough? What if…what if…what if. Know what all that worrying did? It made me sick to my stomach and super crabby at work. It made our first week together so tense because instead of believing that things were finally working out the way they were supposed to I was stressing how things were changing. It wasn’t until I took a moment to breathe and reflect and thank God for finally allowing me to live with this handsome man I married that I was able to relax a little.
Even though I have begun to relax and actually enjoy living with him husband it doesn’t mean everything goes smoothly every day, it just means that I’m finally able to have a little faith in my marriage and what we created over the past four years. I realized I can waste time worrying about the “what if’s”, I can regret how I acted those first few weeks he was here (and believe me, I was crazy!), or I can look forward to our future and plan an amazing life with a man I love. That’s what my faith does for me. It gets me through the tough times. It helps me understand there are reasons for the bad times (and yes, sometimes those reasons are because I made mistakes). But it also gives me hope for the future.
