When I got married and moved in with my husband’s family, there were many conflicts. I was immature and hot-tempered, and exchanged many harsh words with my in-laws.
I remember the moment l entered a relationship with Jesus as though it were yesterday.
It happened 10 years ago, on a chilly January evening. My friend Hannah led me in prayer and confession while we were seated in her car, parked outside a supermarket.
It took everything in me not to text back. I turned my phone off in vehement protest. I would not let my emotions get the best of me. I would not be that person who was reckless with their words.
“What do you find the greatest joy in?”
I paused, thinking about what puts a smile on my face, what keeps me going every day, and what gives me the most happiness.
“I suppose I find the greatest joy . . . in you,” I said softly.
I’ve always disliked being emotional. Perhaps it started when I watched my parents fight as a child. I never understood how a simple discussion over loading the dishwasher or cooking dinner could explode into a fight that might last for days.