There are many things God has divinely made happen in my life, but one of my favorite is yellow car boy.
Our love story is my favorite. His love for Jesus is my favorite. His diabetes is my favorite. His awkward ways are my favorite. His handsome face is my favorite. He is my favorite. Some days I wake up and feel like I live in a fairy tale, which is quite humorous, because I was convinced, at one point in life, that was what love was. You know what I'm talking about. I just knew that there was going to be some dashing, macho man to sweep me away on a white horse. We would instantly fall in love, and I'd have that goofy look on my face. We would have super cool clothes, I would be a size 2 with flawless hair, and we would ride the white horse to the white farm house with the wrap around porch that Joanna Gaines designed (ok, I didn't know Jo then, and that last part didn't develop from a Disney movie). There was no white horse, size 2, farm house, Joanna, or cartoon hair. However, there was a yellow car, the dashing man, goofy look, and love part- just not quite the way I had imagined. Oh, and it wasn't instant. But to explain all of this I would have to go into our love story, and I believe I did that in a previous post (http://liftedbygrace.weebly.com/blog/life-changers). So I just read it, and it isn't quite the whole story, but for now, that's what I'll leave you with. Let me tell you about that husband of mine. He makes life incredibly special. Flowers are pretty typical, right? Not the way he does it. I adore fresh flowers, and every once in a while, he so casually drops some in a vase, and it's like oh- tah dah! He pays attention. He knows things about me, that I'm not entirely aware of. He picks up on the smallest of details, and tries his very best to incorporate those tid bits of information in the sweetest of gestures. He studies me, and in that studying, I am made to feel of great, great importance. Every night, I fall asleep (hard) before him, and he's always certain to make sure phone is plugged in, my Bible is placed somewhere safely, and my mouthpiece is in (TMI? I mean y'all, that's love. He doesn't want me to grind my teeth away). He works so hard to provide for us, and he never complains. That may be one of my very favorite qualities of that husband of mine. His outlook on life can light up a room. He shows Jesus is ways I never thought of. He truly looks for the good in almost all situations. He also looks for the reality in almost all situations (aaaaand we have that whole complimenting each other thing- he's level headed, and sometimes I'm not). That husband of mine still opens the door for me. He kisses my hand before we pray. He prays, he studies, he loves Jesus Christ. That husband of mine deals with me on the days I fall apart. He doesn't deal with me, he holds me and prays me through it. I was having a difficult time at work, and his very specific prayer was for the Lord to lift my spirits. I expressed great praise for how the Lord had worked in the situation, and he confessed this precious prayer to me. He was so excited it had been answered, and I was in awe that he so diligently prayed that. I never, ever knew what I needed in a husband. God did though. And let me tell you what, God knows what He is doing. I have a husband that exceeded what I prayed for. That husband of mine is a prince charming because He has the King in his life. That husband of mine sweeps me off my feet every day and then some, and it's not because of a white horse, expensive gifts, etc. It's because I get to rest securely in his unconditional, unending love. Thank You Lord, for Your blessings on me and this sweet husband of mine.
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