What if the fairytale ends? What if it's not what you thought? What if it hurts more than you thought possible? How do you find joy in those moments? Why does joy have to be a choice?
My fairytale begins just about 8 years ago. I was searching for love... aren't we all on some level. Don't get me wrong I had a lot of love in my life - family, friends, church, and Jesus. But I wanted the love that most of us dream as little girls of finding. Mine didn't need to be a prince but I wanted someone who looked at me like I mattered and like my thoughts mattered. I thought I had found it one spring day in 2016. This man and I fell quickly into love, and at 30 I thought I knew, so we quickly became engaged and married within 6 months. They say when you know you know... I thought I knew.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, my friends were married, I'd had my parents Christ-centered marriage to observe. I knew marriage was work and wasn't cut and dry easy... however no one prepares you for the day your spouse grabs the wheel of the car while you're driving. There is no preparation for the first time he lays hands on you. No guide, no explanation. What's a woman to do? Really what is anyone to do.
This is not that story though. My story doesn't end there and I do not want to focus on that in this moment. I want to focus on the Lord's graciousness and choosing to live a life of joy despite the hard circumstances. My story will be woven in this place fore sure, but my goal is to show that choosing joy, choosing Christ is a daily choice and you do not have to allow your circumstances to define everything.
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