Monday, October 30, 2017

Seven Years

Today, the rings that rest on the third finger of my left hand have such a different meaning than they did five years ago. You see, I never really felt the permanence of marriage before joining in union with Matt that perfect fall night on the green grass of a country club. Looking back, I know without a shadow of a doubt that that night God said, “My dear child I am going to prove to you how much I love you and this man is part of that proof.” I’ve never been loved like my husband loves me. I’ve never seen Jesus’ love shine so distinctly through another man. I never in all my life thought I could spill my brokenness, every single piece of it, out on another human and not get one single, “you did what? how could you have?”. I am telling you, everything single time Matt has matched with my broken parts with an “I still love you” and sometimes an “I love you even more.” 

This is part of a post I wrote two years ago and felt it needed repeating. There is so much truth in the paragraph, truth that has seriously been the absolute hardest to accept because, well, I feel so undeserving. Matt has been right by me these last few years holding my hand, comforting me and being my biggest cheerleader. He has never skipped a beat, never been taken back or at a loss for words when it comes to our journey, the path that God has us on. Even when I am not the easiest to love he loves me. 

We have fit a lot of life into seven years! 

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