Picture a little girl.
Stringy, unbrushed, blonde hair and big blue eyes.
She's a tiny girl, a girl with rapid feet and a fragile heart.
She's a girl with secrets and scars so deep that they leap to the surface disguised as mischief and trouble.
She's the girl with a broken home, a broken heart, and a broken future as far as anyone can see.
It was a typical night in our home when I took my sweet 7 year old son down to his room to send him off to sleep for the night. We slumped down in his bed and started to read together. As we began to read he asked me why we all sleep where we sleep and why his dad and I always sleep together.
This led me to tell him of the beauty of marriage and that one day he too will lay down at night next to a woman he loves and chooses to be his wife. His little eyes filled with such joy and amazement it sent my heart leaping from my chest. To know that I have the call to nurture this little man's blossoming anticipation and excitement for marriage is such a magnificent privilege.
