My prince came a few years after
college graduation. What set him
apart from the fantasy I heard
growing up and claimed as my own
was a couple things.
He was ten years older.
And he also was divorced with minor
children.
There wasn’t a story or Disney movie
I could consult, a least not one where
the step-mom scenario was a
positive one.
Couldn’t there be a happy blended
family story?
Our family is proof that there can be.
We’re going on 17 years of marriage.
When we first met, his kids weren’t
even teens. The week we started
dating he learned they were moving
to Wisconsin. We lived in New York
State.
That was my first challenge, and we
were so new as a couple marriage
wasn’t on my radar.
But I put one thing into practice right
from that first week that has seen us
through all these years.
Prayer.
I believed God. I prayed (and still do)
for my husband, his children, their
mom, and every member of their
family in Wisconsin. That was
something God asked me to do, and I
never made a big deal about it, nor
did I guilt my husband into doing the
same.
I was emotionally separate enough
that I could daily pray for their safety,
unity, peace, health, and hunger for
God in their lives.
If I