My husband and I had married right out of high school. I'd been in love with him since grade school. We'd had a lovely candlelit wedding. I was ecstatic. Being wedded to my childhood sweetheart was the happiest day of my life. But after a while, things changed. He had become disillusioned with life.
I began to see that I needed to learn how to live for God, not for him. I could see that it was wrong for me to feel that life wouldn't be worth living if I lost him. It was time to discover my individual identity, which is forever complete and intact in God.
In the years that followed, I found solace in studying the chapter titled "Marriage" in Science and Health. I prayed to see that my husband was God's child, too. This kind of thinking blessed me, even though my husband didn't respond. There was nothing I could do but wait on God.
