This morning I woke up thinking about a promise I made to God. There is a little story behind it so here goes.
About 3 years ago TLOML and I were separated for 3 days literally and 3 months in the same house while we worked things out.
With the help of a great therapist, God, and willing hearts we were able to work things out. We completely reconciled on New Years Eve. During the time we were seperated I prayed fervently for God to restore us and I made Him a promise.
I promised Him if he would just bring TLOML home I would quit complaining about his underwear in the floor, never closing the drawers on his bureau, the mess under the carport etc. etc.
And this morning I woke up thinking about that promise and if I loved him more that some dumb stuff in the sink.
Well of course I do. And he probably doesn't even see it anymore (thanks Kate) and even if he is messing with my head--so what. He can win. I don't have to. I love him more than winning.