First off I want to thank everyone for all your kind words of support. I believe my family is currently the most prayed for family in the valley. I greatly appreciate it.
And next I’d like to take a few moments to speak about the man who has been my best friend for the last 12 years.
I believe that the man Adam was made to be is beautiful.
The Adam I knew was hardworking, generous and kind. I’d never known anyone more charitable or who’s natural tendencies where more helpful. He was always the first to wash dishes at a dinner party, he regularly bought other people’s dinner anonymously. He was always showing up to help whenever someone asked. He regularly loaned out his most expensive tools to friends and family. Adam spoke at my mother’s funeral, and then immediately quit his job, without hesitation, in order to be with me while I grieved.
This man was a good guy.
The “Adam” God made him to be, I know, is my absolute dream man.
(I will simply not allow anyone to speak ill of the man I married. I made that man my family, he is my most inner circle. We can talk about what he “did” but I will not bash who he “is”. I want to be perfectly clear on this point. I love that man. He will be in my life forever, no matter what. He did a horrible thing, he is not a horrible man.)
So what happened?
Well, things got in the way, vices and lies, and escape routes…and Adam lost his way.
I have had to watch in horror as the man I loved slowly disappeared over the past 6 years.
Then, on September 7th, the absolute worst day of my life, I watched him come running back to me.
This last month has been the most brutal of my life but I’m telling you, it has also been beautiful.
Adam has made huge changes in his life and they are having a drastic and positive affect on my family.
The man I fell for, the man I’ve loved, the man I’ve fought for all these years has, at long last, made his arrival and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna bail out right when life finally has the chance to get good.
Guys, my marriage is on life-support…but I honestly believe, that we might be in the position to actually witness a miracle.
I get the feeling that there is a real chance that Adam and I might be able to have the very best marriage ever. That God wants to redeem this relationship to an even higher threshold.
It is going to take SO MUCH work. It is going to take SO MUCH time. But I believe that there’s a chance for God to make true beauty out of these ashes.
And I, for one, want to at least leave the space for God to do that work in us if he is so willing.
I once took my son the the movies. We were watching “Big Hero Six” (which is really fantastic, by the way) and my son decided, at the absolute saddest part of the movie, that he had to go to the bathroom. I kept asking him to be patient, “Can’t you wait??” but he insisted and he left that theater in hysterics because, for all he knew… all hope was lost.
BUT, if he had waited just 5 more minutes, he would have seen the story resolve.
The lost were found, the good guys came back, the day was won.
Can you wait, Trina?
Can you be patient, and allow some space, and just see?
I mean, maybe, maybe…just maybe. The lost will be found, the good guy will come back …maybe, just maybe, there might be some redemption in your story.
Guys, all hope is not lost.