by Alana Terry
And if that day never comes, I just have to remind myself it at least beats where I came from.
The Lord works in mysterious ways. Maybe, just maybe, he brought me to Russel and his kind, albeit quirky little church in order to offer me the stability and protection I needed so many years ago, those days I’m trying so hard to forget.
Is it possible that Russel felt like a safe option for me because of the way he and the others at his church avoid technology as much as they do? I admit, the fact that Russel wouldn’t ever think to google my name or stumble across news articles from ten years ago was an added bonus when we started dating.
I’m not who my husband thinks I am. But maybe, just maybe, if I pray hard enough and try hard enough, God will help me turn into the person he wants me to be.
And then everything from the past can stay there in the past. Totally secret.
Totally forgotten.
Just the way it should be.
Just the way it needs to be.
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