Not the, “this is, step by step, how you can have a good marriage” teaching but the, “We are going to poor our guts out about our own mistakes and stand naked before you,” kind of teaching.
The whole point was, “If we can screw up this much and still make it, well, there’s hope for your marriage too.”
And since you know how much I LOVE public speaking (har har) and how comfortable I am standing in front of a crowd of people and pointing out my most painful moments, you won’t be surprised that my sweet sensitive husband packed me the most romantic gift in my suitcase.
You don’t know HOW much that meant to me.
Because each time I have to publicly speak, I spend the days or hours leading up to it, pouring out my guts….into the toilet…via my nether regions.
But when it was all over, I could have danced! We spent the rest of the weekend walking on the beach, in the sun and nursing me back to health.
So thanks for all the almost-prayers. I know my bloggy family would have lifted me up, if I'd had a chance to ask.
And that's pretty cool!