The Value in Learning to Struggle
I remember the day when Chad and I stopped somewhere in Arkansas on our way home from our wedding. We had been married in my little hometown in Texas and were driving to Nashville to start our life together. I couldn’t seem to stay awake in the car. Chad drove almost a thousand miles while I slept soundly in the seat next to him, perfectly content for him to carry me home after a whirlwind week of wedding craziness and a two night honeymoon.







