God's story, your life.

Unfolding short stories.

I heard his car drive in the driveway, and I was laying there in bed, and I thought, I'm going to have to get up because he's home and he probably needs something from me.

And I didn't really want to. I just wanted to lay in bed.

And so I met him at the back door and my husband came in the back door and he knew that I had

been in bed and it's probably around noon by now. And it was my typical day. I just wanted to sleep

all the time and I didn't really want to deal with life. And so when I heard him come

in that door, I was just more inconvenience than anything because I had to get out of my own

little world and step out and greet him. And so he came in the back door and I said, what is it?

What do you need? Is there something I can help you with?

And he looked at me and the look in his eye was just so distraught and hurt. And he said,

I just want my wife back. Honey, it said that to me before, but today for some reason,

it hurt me. It went to the depths of me,

and I didn't know how to deal with that. For the first time I could see his hurt, the first time

I could see his pain. And we went on with our day, but that night in bed, I remember praying,

God, can you make me like the tree in Psalm 1-3, where it is planted by your streams of living water and it grows fruit and season and its leaves never wither?

And all that it does, it prospers. And I just wanted that so desperately. So night after night,

that was my prayer. God, I want to be like that tree. I want to be like that tree. I want to be

fruitful. And I don't want to wither anymore. And what I had to do was really come to terms with

what my life had become and how long I had been in this darkness.

And night after night, I just prayed. And one of the things that God did was he led me to Psalm

1-3, the verse right before that picture of this beautiful, fruitful tree. And it says, and they delight in

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