Confession: My heart is wayward. As wayward as they come. I’d love to say it is constant, faithful, loyal, and steadfast to what I know is truth, but that would be a lie. A lie that if I believed I'd succumb further into my waywardness.
Six years ago a friend of mine got married. She was completely ecstatic and elated to finally be with the man she adored. And she adored him. It seemed like there was NOTHING this man could ever do wrong. Totally untrue, but that’s the impression I got.