I felt the hot tears welling up behind my eyes. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” I said to myself. As the the woman told her testimony, my heart burned within me and I dropped my head into my hands. It was too late, the dam broke and tears fell down my cheeks and within seconds I was ugly crying in church.
I was talking to Bryan the other day that I am such a checklist/pen and paper person. If I don’t have a checklist for my day, I get swept away with Fixer Upper reruns and the massive pile of laundry laying on our bed. (Whoops!)
For a majority of my life I have had no respect or understanding for mothers. When all my friends started quitting their jobs and becoming moms, I pitied them. I thought their college careers were wasted on kids. I even mentally wore a badge of pride in the fact I hadn’t settled down and started a family.
The first week I had my engagement ring I treated it like it was made of glass. I would clean it repeatedly and I gaze at it. But as the months went on, it became a part of me. I didn't notice it anymore.