May Your Husband Always Hunt You Down
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| My cry to God. |
I see all the young engagements happening these days. So exciting! Perfect proposals, weddings to die for that could make it into magazines along with honey moon posts on Face Book. First comes marriage then probably a cuddly dog then perhaps a baby...
It's all fun and games....
Until the sick wife goes crazy years later...
Assuredly, then comes trials......
The trials will come. God promises them.
We love to remember His fun promises.
But He also promises trials.
I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." John 16:33 NKJV
I pray a husband for you that will hunt you down 28 years later into your marriage.
A husband who will leave his work place in the early day ignoring important meetings and lectures to duke it out in a fast food restaurant parking lot for 2 hours. A partner who, despite your irrational behavior will tell you that he loves you unconditionally. He will look you into your swollen eyes, misshapen-dark-hairy-over-growth face and tell you that, "We are in this together-no matter what! and..."You are beautiful!" One who will come home after a long, heavy full day at work (day after day after day in order to support a HUGE family-emotionally and financially) and lovingly make Moroccan Meatballs for 7 from scratch without one single complaint-because that was his chronically sick-wife's goals that went unmet for the day. A husband who will forgive you when you are on medications that deem you to behave CRAZY! Forgive you when you throw things across the room in random uncalled for anger bursts. Especially when it's his work phone. (Ooops!Did I do that?) A husband who will hold your wet clammy, sweaty hand in the middle of the night, not cause it's nice or sexy, but because you need him to. One that loves you even with swollen eyes, bruised unshaven legs, thinned out hair and a 2 month 25 lbs weight gain.
One who pushes you in a wheel chair...
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| Created this yesterday. Tough day. |
It was all fun and games when we looked our hottest way back then. My hair was curly, long and blonde. I was fun-full of energy, life and zest! I weighed 105 lbs. I would never get fat! I said when observing others. (Careful what you say by the way.) We acted our best and cutest and did nice things for each other. We thought it was adorable when each other left the toothpaste cap off or didn't pick the socks up off the floor. At least for a little while.
Life is hard enough.
And I'm not even talking about daily stuff like paying bills, unclogging toilets, disciplining the teenager or getting the Low-line Angus back in the fence.
Let God be the center of your relationship.
I'll never ONCE claim that it is easy.
Not once.
But it is Oh so fulfilling.
It is not by our doings that we are able to grow our marriage and have joy despite the trials.
It is by God's grace.
Love is a choice.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 NKJV
Thank you to my husband for choosing to love me.
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| 2014 |
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| Honey moon 1989 |
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