Priorities.

My priorities:

1. God
2. My Husband
3. My Children
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   I remember being younger and hearing my mom tell me this. At the time I was hurt thinking surely as her child I should be the most important. She explained it more but I never truly understood it until we got married and started our family. It’s not a competition for love. It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything for my kids. It doesn’t mean Liam wouldn’t absolutely push me out of the way if he saw Khalil dive off these rocks to save him from harm.
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   It’s just the understanding that “us” comes first. That WE are the foundational rock on which God built our family. So we give glory to Him above all for such an immense blessing, and then we consciously choose to hold our union as sacred and fight to keep it strong so that it may bear the most glorious fruits: those God has entrusted to us.
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   Actively doing this looks different in our different seasons. We are better at it sometimes, and worse others. Sometimes it’s work: it’s learning to humble yourself for another, to communicate, to give grace. Other times it’s a life raft: the sure thing you know better than anyone, the constant support in a blinding storm. More and more it’s joyous ease, that feeling of a deep breath of contentment.
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   Our marriage has run the gamut. We’ve sat in the hardest places of loss and grief. We’ve celebrated actual absolute miracles. Through all of those times I have only been more and more grateful for that lesson my mother taught me so long ago, a lesson we will continue to hone. I pray we have so many more years ahead of us to keep doing just that. ❤️