Doom and Gloom!

Yesterday marked the anniversary of my first date with my husband. As part of that evening we went to see a musical called Finian’s Rainbow. Dinner,and then I sat for over an hour at the Big Boy (remember those?) nursing my cup of hot chocolate while my date sat in the bathroom taking a dump. I had begun to think he had snuck out on me!

One of the lines from the musical was “Doom and gloom! Gloom and Doom!” and I remember it all these years later (can you believe that would number 30?) Oye! In fiction we would call that foreshadowing. I call it irony.

Sometimes I think the appellation is a good one for our marriage. I sure haven’t found my pot of gold in the love department and would love to blame my husband for stealing it. Or did I lose it? Like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, did it even exist?

Sometimes I have to wonder.

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I also have to remember that on gloomy fall days when it’s dark and rainy and my spirits sink, that I will not always feel this way. I do have days of joy and moments of peace here I rise above the reality of my circumstances. Maybe I haven’t been “lucky in love” but I have been blessed in so many other ways.

  • I have an amazing, faithful God to walk through my trials and joys day by day. I have the assurance of his love and provision even if my husband has failed me there.
  • I have been blessed with some close friends who understand my struggle and my heart and who are there to encourage and support me. My invisible cheerleaders. What would I do without their reminders of my reality when I’m threatened my my husband’s twisted version?
  • I have a great church and have had the blessing of being able to serve and use my gifts there.
  • God has allowed me to use my experience and pain to minister to others. Sometimes face to face, one on one. And then also through my book which comes out next year in the fall.
  • I have some wonderful children who challenge and bless me in so many ways.
  • I have changed. There is growth I would have missed had I not embarked on this journey.

Things were never like this in Glocca Mora. But then, Glocca Mora is a fictional place in Ireland.  God calls me to live in the real world and in the real world people struggle through all kinds of challenges. My marriage just happens to be one of mine.

How about you? Maybe you’ve lost your pot of gold, but can you count the other ways God blessed you? It sure beats the doom and gloom.

So maybe I don’t have a pot of real gold, but I do have riches that are priceless


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