Girl, listen up: your last name was always meant to be yours, and your call to be your husband's biggest supporter, cheerleader, confidant, lover, and friend was always the plan. God had been doing work behind the scenes long before today to be sure that YOU were the one sitting on the bleachers every week and that YOU were the one caring for those babies while their Daddy worked late. YOU were the one God meant for your husband to come home to to debrief and rest and sleep beside. YOU were always the plan.
To set an example of what it means to be an employee, a leader, a married couple, a follower of Jesus. To show kids and staff firsthand what it is to have integrity, by making the right choices again and again even when it seems no one's looking.
This was the point of it all, anyway. So why does it have to be so hard?
I never had to have hard conversations with a friend about why I just couldn’t come to her baby shower. I never sat in an empty nursery, clinging to a blanket that will never be used. I never had a team of doctors break bad news. Never once. Never even close.
I don’t know why. I did nothing special. I’m certainly nothing special. But can I tell you the truth?