Life is like a pitcher that has been filled with wonderful things, over and over again and the contents are good and sweet, but somehow, somewhere along the way the pitcher gets cracked.
I was that pitcher.
I had leaks and I didn’t even realize it. I was slowly being drained of everything He would fill me with and the little I did to fill myself was just seeping out without any direction or purpose.
God started peeling me like an onion.
He knew I couldn’t stay where I was.
He knew He created me for more than “happily ever after.”
He knew He had better plans than what I could dream up on my own.
He also knew my own selfish and sinful ways would get in the way of all He had planned for the rest of the story.
No question, no doubt.
I knew I couldn’t fall into that pit again and so I stood on the only thing I could: His word.
I needed Him to tell me I was strong, I was brave, I was good.
I fully recognized that I am absolutely nothing without Him.
He called me to be a wife and mother.