On Tuesday my husband asked me if he could “guest post” on my blog, and I agreed. Knowing he knew the subject matter mainly revolves around the fact that this is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Over the last couple of months he hasn’t been able to comment on posts from his computer at work, and has felt frustrated not being able to add something. (And I missed his comments as well) I’m sure it has to do with firewalls or something equally as technical that I don’t understand.

So I have agreed, that whenever he feels the spirit, he can guest post here at Stumbling/Grace. (I’m thinking this might be a baby step towards getting his OWN blog??? He says, “no, it’s not.") I don’t know, we’ll see…

Because I no longer can post comments on my wife’s blog, I suggested to my
bride that I make a guest post. In recent weeks she has offered so many
wonderful observations and insights into our life together as well as her
past that I bang my fists on the Internet door in frustration over the fact
I can’t get in and offer my own take on the woman God gave me so late in
life.
If you are reading this, and have been reading 3T’s blog regularly, I hope
you know of what I speak. I appreciate all of you who visit her regularly,
and your many comments of support, joy and—at times—sympathy.
Yes, my own foibles at times become grist for her mill, but 3T has a knack
for making light of my shortcomings as a handyman. But I will take those
gentle jabs of hers any day to the strident criticism I know some bloggers
give vent to about their spouses.
Her efforts the past few weeks to focus part of her blog on domestic
violence, including both her personal history and that of others as well as
the issue itself, may seem at times too dark both for her site and for what
you might seek in any blog. But she and I have talked many times about the
scourge of domestic violence both as a worldwide horror and a lasting mark
on her that I wasn’t surprised when she chose to mark Domestic Violence
Awareness Month with so many posts.
What you all must realize is that the horror she endured in her first
marriage would have broken many other women. That she found an escape and
now thrives is a testament to her will, God’s grace and her father’s love.
But lest you think I am getting overly sentimental, let me tell you this:
Her example also should be viewed as hope for those of you who are
experiencing the same horror in your life, or know someone who is. To those
people, I just want to say this:
3T is a wise woman. Heed her words, seek out her counsel via email, because
hope is not dead for you.
Don’t worry: I’ve counseled my wife that she needs to continue salting
these messages on domestic violence with some of her more familiar
commentaries on our life, interesting blogs and other things that come to
her mind. She didn’t need that counsel because she’s well aware that she
runs the risks of running off her regular readers if she returns to domestic violence
for her subject material too often.
But you also must know that when she feels passionate about something, as
she does about this subject, she’s a tiger who won’t be deterred from
speaking about what’s on her mind.
That tenacity is one of many things I love about her, and those things
taken together make me so grateful to God for leading her into my life.
Kevin