It’s the way I feel about my husband. I sometimes don’t know where I end and he begins.
The beautiful journey of love that started with a broken down car and two matching Mustangs then God sustained us as a long distance relationship then urging our heart to unite, we stepped out in faith and began a life together. Awkward, insincere at times, scared and even-I’m ashamed to say- critical of each other
But as time smoothed down the rough places on our path we are beginning to see the polished surface below. It’s solid rock cut straight from a stone in Him alone and it sparkles with the white sheen of forgiveness, patience, joy, surrender.
I’m surrendering to the me I’m becoming. No longer clinging to the need to be wholly individual though my uniqueness and his are what makes together work. Neither one of us would ever be right again without together.