Hello, friend. Again, it's been months since my fingers have typed steadily away at a post here. It's amazing how getting married will suddenly make you twice as hurried and busied in life, even if other responsibilities decrease along the way.
For two years, I've been in a season of pain. Beautiful things have happened along the way, but there has still been so much pain. The past two months have been essentially pain-free, and something has felt strange and so unfamiliar about it. It finally hit me this past weekend that my place of pain has been such a long walk that I'm not sure what to do without it. My understanding of my life and my walk with God were so spurred on and shaped through pain that without that pain in my life, I'm not completely sure what to make of my life and my walk now that I'm in a place of calm and rejoicing. There's gotta be irony there, right? We spend our lives trying to avoid pain! Yet here I am, realizing that I'm not sure what to make of life without it.