I’m thankful to be married. Of course, when the “going” that is “tough” is my marriage, it adds a bit of a wrinkle to things. But when the circumstances that surround us are difficult, it is a huge blessing to have each other’s strength to draw from. For the most part, when I have a weak moment, Pete’s there to be strong, and vice versa. And when we happen to weaken at the same moment, at least we can understand each other’s feelings and be weak together.
We have been struggling financially (severely) since June. It’s bad enough that I have to avoid thinking about it for the most part, since thus far there isn’t a clear pathway out of our current circumstances. When I do think about it, I either get angry, or frightened, or distraught. Sometimes it’s a nearly unbearable mixture of the three. But the gift of marriage is that I am never experiencing these struggles alone. We can come together as two people who are experiencing identical difficulties and we can bear up under them together, with the help of the Lord.