When Chad and I disagree,
I pray.
Sometimes he changes his mind, sometimes I change mine.
Sometimes we both do.

When there are too many choices to make a decision,
I pray.
Doors open, doors close,
Decisions become obvious.

When I hate my job and it feels unfair,
I work harder and
I pray.
Eventually there is satisfaction and reward. My job changes, my circumstances change...my job is good again.

Answers don't always come quickly.
Conflict, however, does. Divisions begin imperceptibly and are one day huge chasms.

Have I learned nothing?

There must be honesty,
there must be communication,
there must be trust,
there must be patience.
But most of all,
I must pray.