When Tim and I first got married, I had an expectation I never said out loud. I didn't even fully admit it to myself.
But I believed it.
I thought marriage was going to turn him into a spiritual leader. I thought we would suddenly pray together at night, read the Bible together in the mornings, have these deep spiritual conversations, and he would lead me in all of it.
I thought, "Now that we're married, this is just what happens."
It didn't.
There were no prayers together. No Bible reading rhythms. No spiritual leadership. And I remember a subtle panic starting to creep in.
"Wait. Did I marry the wrong person?"
"Am I safe?"
"Did I just sign up for something that isn't what I thought it was?"
Fear didn't come in loud. It came in as a question I started entertaining instead of taking captive.
