The Real Superman

Those of you who know me and have gone on this journey with me, know that this blog has been an unfolding love story. I thought that when I set out to share this story that I would be sharing a love story between two broken individuals who found one another through this “power of love” and created this fortified city of safety, trust, mutual respect, honor, commitment, and passion. And for a time we lived that illusion. We lived that false sense of safety that creates complacency and insecurities because we are relying on a person for our security and identity. What I am learning is that two broken people can not “create” anything apart from God. I write of “when superman falls” but in truth, my husband was never “superman”, he was never the one who, ‘put me back together”, or “made the girls and me a family again”. He was never responsible for healing my broken heart or helping me find joy again. My husband is a man, a human with human qualities and limited abilities. My heart needed the real “superman” the true Healer of brokenness and sorrow, the Savior of eternity and Giver of joy, peace, laughter, and life. I misplaced my affection, my devotion, my trust, and my identity in a man, so when the man fell, I fell too.