Morgan and her boyfriend.

Morgan and her boyfriend slept in the hotel room next to us. I don't know the boyfriend's name, but I did catch a glimpse of him in a way where he didn't notice me glimpsing. He seemed a lot nicer than his words.

When we were in the room, we were trapped on our bed. Morgan and her boyfriend had come back from the pool. I know this because Morgan's boyfriend screamed it at her, how they had been at the pool all day and all she could think to do was to complain about her sunburn.

"I worked hard for this trip, Morgan! And all you can do is complain!"

Apparently, Morgan has no real concept of reality. You see, according to the screaming lungs of her boyfriend, she's stuck in perpetual childhood, holding no real job and relying on her father to purchase her a vehicle. She has friends who make "three hundred thousand dollars a year,” and has the audacity to balk at the mere pennies her boyfriend makes. Morgan cares more about Morgan than anyone else, so it seems.

There on the top covers of our bed, my iPad balancing precariously on my nervous knees, I was thrown back into the garden where God had made all things good, but man had decided that "good" wasn't good enough.

And here we are living that same lie all over again.

Matt taught me about the "ezer." How woman was created to be man's helper. And how "helper" is barely the true reality of that word.

In Hebrew, there's an emphasis on the savior component because only God is described as this kind of help mate, the one who truly rescues and protects us.

We are to rescue and protect the men we've pledged our lives to.

As much as Morgan's boyfriend irritated me, he also broke my heart. How many times have I spouted off the obvious so viciously because my own feelings were hurt? Here he's merely trying to love a woman who faces away from him, yearning and craving all the things he can't give her.

Oh, Morgan. Friend, I've been you.

And how hard this road to knowing my true place has been. Again, in Genesis, the Hebrew translation for what a lot of Bible translations refer to as the "rib" of Adam, is actually his side. And "adam" actually means "humanity," referring to both man and woman. So here we are, two sides making a beautiful whole, and all we can think to do is belittle each other, subtly or forcefully.

Either way is an affront to heaven.

But here's a thing my mind and heart often come back to: God is in charge of everything, even the mold.

In Leviticus (v.31-36), God references that the Israelites might have to battle mold in their new homes in Canaan and how He is the one who would put it there.

He is in control of the good and of the bad, even if He's not the one who ever causes it. He is in control of one side and of the other, the two parts of us playing out and completing what should have been a glorious resemblance of everything holy.

But here we are in a hotel in a beautiful part of the country, not realizing the repercussions that ripple out like rocks tossed in a pond.

How much better to understand the truth of everything under the sun and the One who created it (sun included), and turn back to that sad, loud, screaming voice, wondering if anyone is really listening.