Marriage Counseling In A NYC Taxi

For real, it happened.  I continue to be amazed at the tender and kind ways God cares for us when we are in a bad spot.  We needed help — in many ways not knowing that we needed help — and God provided it in His usual mysterious and creative way.

Standing in the NYC subway station at 50th Street waiting for the Q train, we were both really frustrated with one another.  I was needy and clingy; she was ambivalent and distant.  The more we needed something from one another, the more we both retreated the other direction.  It wasn’t actively messy; it was passively messy and that’s worse if you ask  me.

To add insult to injury, we were late.  The show was supposed to begin at 7pm and the Q train was taking forever to arrive in station.  No way we were going to get there on time. Continue reading