Houston was a
pivotal time in our lives because we passed through our marital crisis while we
lived there. That story has been
documented elsewhere, and I’ll not revisit it here, except to say that because
of those circumstances Houston represented an emotional high and low of my
lifetime. It was probably not the low
for Ann. I think that occurred in Kansas
City, but it really didn’t come home to me until the Houston years.
I will say
something about the “high” insofar as I am concerned. I was forced to take a careful look at
myself. That meant going over everything
in my life – life history, relationships, my relationship to God, what I
believed, and my mission in life. I
asked myself some scary questions during that time, but I think I came out of
it a better man. I can say that because
of this event in our lives, my faith is my own, now one that has been handed to
me. Some folks may think that’s
good. Others may think it’s bad. To me it is an enormous relief to know that
my primary concern involves how I relate to God, and to my family. I don’t feel the need live up to the
expectations of others, although I do want to treat others – even those who don’t
come out exactly where I do – with respect.
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