I am the flawed heroine in Meeting Myself: Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind. There I am again in The Pregnant Pause of Grief: The First Trimester of Widowhood. Is there no end?
So today let me speak of a real live hero, one who changed my life in unimaginable ways. He was not the traditional tall, dark and handsome hero of all novels. His rather ordinary appearance captured my heart. I fought against it because he demanded my loyalty but I wasn’t sure I wanted that type of commitment. Gradually though, over time, I found him to be loving and kind. His wisdom transcended mine.
But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. (James 3:17, NIV)
With his strength and support, I conquered childhood abuse, bulimia and two bouts of cancer. I trust him to get me through the loss of my husband. All that I am, I owe to Jesus Christ, the son of God, my super hero.
Prayer- Lord, may every heart desire you as their super hero too. Amen.
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