Folks – I’m at A Life Overseas today talking about an excruciatingly painful time. It is a vulnerable piece and I ask for grace.
Thank you for reading.
Yesterday was my 30th wedding anniversary.
My husband and I met back to back at an Indian restaurant on Devon Street in Chicago. He was a cute grad student at the University of Illinois. I was a cute nurse newly deported from Pakistan. A week later I said to someone “I think I’m going to marry this guy!”
And I did.
We have what we affectionately term a “brave marriage.” By God’s grace it has weathered crises that most marriages never dream they will have to withstand. And some of those crises occurred in our life overseas. Because of this our anniversary is the more precious. Today I take you into one of those crises – and I ask for grace as you read it.
As I reflect back it feels like a lifetime ago – and in some ways, it was.
I sat outside in the Marriott courtyard, sipping a hot coffee. It was a warm winter day in Cairo, and the strong desert sun cast light and shadows across abundant plants. This was one of my favorite spots to sit, read, and reflect in a city of 18 million people and limited green space, but my mind was far from enjoying this time. Despite the warmth I was shaking with cold.
In this city of millions there seemed nowhere to turn. No place to go. No one to talk to…..Read the rest at A Life Overseas – When your marriage is wounded.
And don’t forget to check out Between Worlds: Essays on Culture and Belonging. Available at Barnes & Noble where you will receive it quicker or at Amazon.
