Sometimes…
I needed my husband this evening. It’s been a stressful day, finding out that my work hours had been cut, which will mean a good bit of belt-tightening for a while. I’m up for that; we can make it, but I so wish my husband had been here to be with me when I got home. Instead, he was at the hospital sitting with a family whose loved one was in surgery. It’s what pastors do, and I don’t begrudge him that one bit, nor do I begrudge the family wanting him there. It’s just that every now and then,… Continue reading