I began 2013 with a withered soul. The soil of my heart was dry and cracked and the weeds of disappointment and bitterness were choking the life out of me.
On the outside, I wasn’t much better. My words were unkind and pessimistic, evidence of the slow hardening of a heart that had been dealt one too many blows. I was barely holding on.
My husband had graduated seminary six months earlier and was jobless in his field. We were raising two kids under the age of five, 800 miles from family, and we were not even getting by.
This wasn’t the life I’d imagined.
Mad at God. Disappointed with my husband. Embarrassed to be asking family for help.
And that’s where I was when I found OneWord365.
Today I’m guest posting at the OneWord365 blog. Read the rest of my 2013 OneWord experience here.