Things are a lot different these days.
Our marriage is different, our family dynamic is changed, and hope permeates this house like it never has before. The fruit of resurrection tastes awfully sweet, making solid our commitment to keep up the hard work that comes with rebuilding our marriage.
When the conduit is broken.
I couldn’t put my finger on it then, but while adultery was present, I sensed my husband’s prayers for me and our family were hitting the ceiling, so to speak. Along with the difficulty to connect with one another (no matter how many date nights we had), there was also the impression that the separation was even bigger between Burris and God.
“Husbands, in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers.” 1 Peter 3:7
When the conduit is fixed.
Since everything was exposed, we are experiencing the fruit of repentance, reconciliation and (daily) restoration, a joy which is astonishing. Prayers are no longer hindered for my husband, making our lives full of adventure, laughter, and the ability to see enemy tactics. The connection we now have, though requiring heaps of diligence on our part, is full of adventure and wonder.
Thanks to the Spirit, there is a renewed sense of purpose and calling on our lives.
We have no idea what is in store for us, but the presence of God is tangible in our home again, causing us to be eager for the unfolding of our story, together. I feel grateful to be on the receiving end of unhindered blessing.
I guess we do know ONE thing in store for us…
I snuggled in with my son one night, running my fingers along his ear as his eyes rolled back into his head, nursing himself to sleep. With every gulp, waves of nausea crashed over me, causing me to look around the room for something to throw up in. A startling thought jumped to the forefront of my mind..could I be pregnant?
Yes, I could. And, I am.
