I love my husband. Yes, I do. After knowing him for 23 years, I can sit here, smile, giggle, cry and look into his eyes and know that he knows me better than any other person on this earth.
He knows me, yet he loves me.
He knows my sinful, selfish ways, my desires, passions, the ways I fall short as a wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend. Yet, he loves me.
Long gone is that silly goofy love that keeps your heart in butterflies of the teenage years. We are well passed that. That young, naive love has been replaced with something that goes deep. It’s the kind of love that goes beyond anything I ever imagined or can fully comprehend. Getting here, has not been easy. The road we have traveled has been similar to many and very different from most.
We married when I was 18 and by the time I was 20, we divorced and he married another. The years that followed our divorce were some of the most difficult I have ever faced. They were his, as well.
Yet, we found one another again. How God brought us together, is truly beyond our comprehension. How do you physically bring two bodies together who are not even on the same plot of earth. He in one country, and I in another. Yet, God did.
I remember the day the bond and reconciliation began. The irony of the timing is that I was discussing marriage with another man, while sitting on an island in Pacific. A letter arrived. It was from my love. My first love. In the letter were words I will never forget. He shared his love for me and an apology for having hurt me.
That letter, the words and the truth behind it began a new healing. The marriage in discussion was never to be. You see, while ring was not on my finger, it was wrapped eternally around my heart.
Reconciliation was not easy. It was a path that we worked on for years.
We have worked through addictions, habits, lack of knowledge of God’s word, pain, death and many more hurts that one endures upon this planet.
Through the pain, through the tears, through the sweat and sleepless nights, we have grown. Our bond grows deep than any I could ever imagine or explain. It rivals my love of God sometime. Yet,it’s through God that our marriage exists. It is through his love, his path, his plan that we are together.
This life is not an easy road to travel. It was never meant to be traveled alone. God created my husband just for me and I for him. Together we have found grace, lost a baby, grown to know God and many other joys and difficulties in this life.
Together, we have fallen in love with one another and with God. He is the bedrock of our family. Truly, God holds us together, comforts us in storms and celebrates with us in our successes. We pray and kneel before the throne of God and give all that we have and are to him.
I love my husband. I love that I love my husband. I love that my husband loves me, loves our children and more than that, I love that he LOVES God. I love that when he falls short, he still asks for forgiveness. I love that on the many many many days that I fall short, he swoops me up and makes me laugh and blush like a school girl.
I love that our children are witnessing two lives, that are one, grow in Christ and that they giggle and laugh when they see us flirt.
I love my husband and I pray that you love yours. I pray that if you have a hurt heart, you will rest in God and know that HE is our Father and HE loves you!
Do you love your husband?
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