for years, plural, i was a broken mess, wondering why Jesus made me wrong, wondering if he messed up, if he made a mistake in making me, let alone making me a mom. but my husband loved me through it all. he stayed when i was at my lowest, when i barely left my bedroom. he pressed on and powered through, and put up with my out of control emotions and actions. Jesus never left me either. in fact, God doesn't make mistakes, no i was one of his perfect plans (not to be mistaken with a perfect person). i was planned and loved long before i came to be. it says so in psalm 139. my Father has loved me at my most broken times, and i am ever so grateful he also placed beside me a husband never willing to give up on us.
marriage ain't easy. it's work. but it's fun... family days, and date nights, and hot married sex, and jokes, and laughing, and conversation, and hugs, and giving, and serving one another. it's good y'all. marriage is good when you put forth that effort. and my marriage, it is so much better than just good.