It was the type of ugliness that only the closest person in the world to you sees, if anyone sees it at all. In this case, my husband.
It was a self-indulgent, sinful ugliness that came spewing out of me and my despair. I allowed myself to buy into my wretchedness as a person without taking into consideration the grace of God.
Thank God for my husband's love, and patience.
Thank God for his Grace.
This morning was like being reborn to the world. I went to sleep in the tarry-black of the night--thick with devastation and tears and anxiety. I awoke into streams of light beckoning my eyelids open, whispering promises of forgiveness. A new day.
The old has gone, the new has come.
2 Corinthians 5:17