“I hope nobody knows I’m your wife.”
She visited my place of employment to shop for something. When she came home, this is what she said. The shame she carries for my moral failure runs this deep. “What do they know about him?” “What do they say about me?”
I’ve created this. Yet, I’m powerless to cure this.
Last night, for the second time in as many weeks, I dreamed I was once again pastoring and preaching. It’s not a new thing, as I have these dreams occasionally. However, for some reason, this time it was particularly painful.
Painful for all that I lost.
Painful because that dream – that calling – has no venue for fulfillment.
Dreams come. They linger.
Landon Patterson is showing integrity, grace, and strength. She has spent countless hours in my house, being a part of my “family.” We love her deeply.
What do you say that we just love one another? I know, strange concept…