Cohabitation

Sharing living space with another adult is an adventure. It's and old and tried experience but at the same time it is all new because the players have changed. I am going to grow so much through this, if I let myself, if I let go, if I have faith and trust.

So much of what piques me is really a reflection of my own ego, my selfishness or my fear.

This dance of intimacy, this dance of fitting into each other: no one wants to be first at a daring step, noone wants to be the fool, the patsy, the mark. My challenge: to be the fool. To jump. To trust.

Just because he can't see God's hands all over this, doesn't mean it isn't true.

And if he thinks I am his fool, rather than God's? What of that, what is that to me if I tell my ego, "shush"?