Love isn’t flawless. It’s not the absence of pain, but the courage to face it together. The measure of a marriage isn’t perfection — it’s endurance.
Grace
Our daughter was born last month — small, perfect, and fierce. When the nurse placed her in my arms, something broke open inside me. I looked at Sarah, exhausted but smiling, and I understood the name she’d chosen.
Holding that tiny, breathing proof of redemption, I realized how close I’d come to losing everything that mattered. I could have been a weekend visitor in my child’s life, paying for my mistake in installments of absence. Instead, I get to be here — sleepless, overwhelmed, and profoundly grateful.Continue reading…
