Yesterday was my only day off in ten days. I had it all planned — a lunch date with Becca at a small, beautiful Caribbean spot about 30 minutes from home. The kind of place you choose because it feels intentional. Because you want to remind your person: you matter. We matter.
Lunch was great. For a moment, it felt like we were just two people in love enjoying some time together. But shortly after, a small disagreement turned into something heavier. And before we knew it, the tone shifted. Our day slipped sideways into silence and tension.It wasn’t the afternoon we’d hoped for.
We didn’t fight the whole day. We didn’t walk away from each other. But those two or three hours after lunch were… hard. Emotionally weighty. The kind of quiet that doesn’t feel peaceful.And honestly? It took a lot to push through. Not to fix everything — just to *be* there. To choose each other anyway.Because sometimes strength isn’t about lifting. It’s about bearing. Colossians 3:13–14 says, “Bear with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgive each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” That hit me later — not as a perfect spiritual moment, but more like a whisper: *Hold steady. Don’t let this undo you. *Sometimes bearing with one another isn’t dramatic. It’s just… patience. Grace in the awkward hours. Choosing love when you feel misunderstood. Staying close even when you don’t feel close.
We didn’t resolve everything in one conversation. But we made space for each other. We kept going.And at the end of it, I still looked at her and thought: this is my person. This is why I train. This is why I pray. This is why I keep showing up. If you’ve ever had a day like that — a good day with a hard middle — I just want to say: you’re not alone. Strength isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s the quiet choice to stay. To carry on.
And sometimes, that’s more powerful than anything else.