This may be long, but I am deeply moved. First in sharing, I have been married for 12 years. My marriage, similar to any other relationship, has had its peaks and valleys. It is no easy task sustaining a marriage, yet it has been and is the greatest journey of my existence. I hold my position, as a husband and father as, the privilege of a lifetime. In explanation, my understanding of having my own family saved my life.
I have watched, criticized, judged, and enjoyed reality TV for some years. I have recently become extremely critical of Married to Medicine because I began to observe the gradual dissipation of marriages on the show. It was in my opinion. A direct response to the exposure of the outside world into the privacy of these individuals’ scared matrimony.
In witnessing the reunion finale recently, I was struck with a blinding reality. No marriage is dependent upon anything that the two individuals in it cannot sustain. No matter how wonderful, pathetic, boring, desirable and/or undesirable my marriage may be to those observing, Kiara and I control its destination. Most importantly for those in observance, it is not one moment that is viewed that matter. It is the ability to witness it again and again, bad or good which sustains the observation.
About nine years ago, I feel in Love with Love. When you find Love for YOURSELF, it changes how you go about things. I believe in Love so strongly. I am willing to give my life for it. I know Love has and will do the same for me. Personally, over the last few weeks, God has allowed Love to refresh my memory of exactly that.
In viewing the finale of Married to Medicine, I witnessed Love kill chaos amongst friends and sustain a marriage that was headed for divorce. Do not misread my intelligence. I am aware TV has editing, producers, and it is established for ratings and views. However, real is never misplaced nor overlooked. I am thankful to have witnessed the Love shared between the cast of Married to Medicine, especially the imperfections and reconciliation of Simone and Cecil. Not just for Kiara and I, but for Love. It confirms for the world to see in the midst of the devil’s playground...
“Love conquers All!”
#thankGodforJesus
#LOVE #DLR🤙🏾
I have watched, criticized, judged, and enjoyed reality TV for some years. I have recently become extremely critical of Married to Medicine because I began to observe the gradual dissipation of marriages on the show. It was in my opinion. A direct response to the exposure of the outside world into the privacy of these individuals’ scared matrimony.
In witnessing the reunion finale recently, I was struck with a blinding reality. No marriage is dependent upon anything that the two individuals in it cannot sustain. No matter how wonderful, pathetic, boring, desirable and/or undesirable my marriage may be to those observing, Kiara and I control its destination. Most importantly for those in observance, it is not one moment that is viewed that matter. It is the ability to witness it again and again, bad or good which sustains the observation.
About nine years ago, I feel in Love with Love. When you find Love for YOURSELF, it changes how you go about things. I believe in Love so strongly. I am willing to give my life for it. I know Love has and will do the same for me. Personally, over the last few weeks, God has allowed Love to refresh my memory of exactly that.
In viewing the finale of Married to Medicine, I witnessed Love kill chaos amongst friends and sustain a marriage that was headed for divorce. Do not misread my intelligence. I am aware TV has editing, producers, and it is established for ratings and views. However, real is never misplaced nor overlooked. I am thankful to have witnessed the Love shared between the cast of Married to Medicine, especially the imperfections and reconciliation of Simone and Cecil. Not just for Kiara and I, but for Love. It confirms for the world to see in the midst of the devil’s playground...
“Love conquers All!”
#thankGodforJesus
#LOVE #DLR🤙🏾