Here's my heart... Part 2
As the ball dropped to close out 2018 and usher in a new year, I stood in a room full of people with my face buried in my husband’s chest sobbing tears that had been triggered by the tiniest detail…. The glass of champagne in my hand was supposed to be Martinelli’s. I wasn’t supposed to be able to drink champagne. Somehow, that glass of champagne flooded me with the memory from December 7, just a few weeks earlier. In a matter of seconds on that day, 2018 turned from the best year ever to the worst. As you know from my previous blog post, “Here it is…. My heart,” God spent the very beginning of 2018 asking me on a boat on the Sea of Galilee if I wanted my best for us or His best for us. Upon responding that I wanted His best for us, He spent the rest of 2018 reshaping my definition of good to be more aligned with His definition of good. He continuously showed me how to trust that his definition of good was infinitely better than mine. I know he did some seriously trans...