A friend whom I have not seen in years contacted me to say she is moving next winter. Her path has been a complicated one, her husband being entrenched in porn, and failing to provide for his children. Yet she said she reads moats every day, and believes God is taking care of her. 

I am in awe. 

She has come to the marriage conference in the past, and read the newsletter when I published it for five years. For someone who has ample fodder for self pity, she doesn't bother. She fills her days with caring for her kids, creative ways to pay the bills and seeking out ways to serve.

I have done less with more. 

Problems of a lower dramatic magnitude send me hunting for the Complaints Desk section of my mind. I'm not sure she even has one. 

The man she married has not managed to follow through on his values. No amount of communications skills or positivity is going to propel them across the gap between where they began and what life looks like now. Yet she has not tendered him the power to rob her of her dreams. 

She decided to hold onto her covenant as one with God, not with a man who struggles to not be a frog.