"Some went down to the sea in ships, doing business on the great waters; they saw the deeds of the Lord, His wondrous works in the deep. For he commanded and raised the stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea. They mounted up to heaven; they went down to the depths; their courage melted away in their evil plight;
they reeled and staggered like drunken men and were at their wits' end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven." Psalm 107:23-30

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Love

Today I was contemplating the love I have for my husband and the love he has for me. When I was a child and a teen raised in a feminist school system, I imagined love would be a coequal partnership. I imagined a husband that would cheer me on and even push me to "be the best you can be". I imagined not spending all THAT much time together because we would both be so successful that we would cheerlead each other on while we each made lots of money, had a few trophy children, and "had it all".

What I have instead could not be more opposite because it is not some personal agenda or a means to worldly gain. What I have is not a fairytale love or a worldly love, it is the very definition of love: Christ, given to me each and every moment by my beloved husband.

I cannot breathe without my love, I feel lost without him. He is funny but reserved, compassionate yet quiet, passionate but stable. He listens twice as much as he speaks and thinks of himself only after he has thought of everyone else. He is gentle, loving, and tender and yet sometimes his fierceness and manly strength strikes a reverent fear in me.

Many today would say my love for my dear husband is not healthy. They would say no one should be that in need of someone or that dependent. But I say, hogwash. I love my husband like I love Christ. He is my everything and everything I need. I live to serve Him. He is my life's breath and the one I adore and think on all. day. long. And if He should be taken from me, then the very Groom who gave him to me would provide for me.

For a time my Heavenly Groom has given me this very physical manifestation of His love in this very unique and amazing man...my very own love made flesh in the image of Christ. But if we were to be separated, God forbid, our Dear Father would certainly never leave us or forsake us and would lift up whoever was left behind with His dear and perfect love.

My dear husband, I pray you and I are taken to the Lord's side hand in hand in our old age after we have raised our Godly heritage of children and seen many grandchildren and even great grandchildren born and baptized. I am so so very thankful for your love. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever know happiness like you. Jesus took my Dad home when I was only 17 but just months later He gave me His love in you to take over where my Dad left off: loving and protecting and serving me as you have. Words cannot express my love for you, only look to Christ crucified for you and see His love and you will always know that our love can only be as wonderful as it is because He Himself is love and He will always be here for us no matter what the future holds. May it hold many many more years of loving service together, hand in hand, receiving His gifts when and where He pleases.

Welcoming our first child into the world.
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