Something to remember
I was humbled to the point of tears last night. I'm not sure I've ever really thought my husband loved me. I know, how dramatic can it get. I mean I know he loves me, he'd have to right? He married me. I don't mean that I don't think he loves me or that I doubt his love, I more mean I never truly grasped the depth of his love for me. To be honest I've probably never tried to.
I'm married to one of the biggest introverts I know. I define this by how he processes and how he recharges. Everything is inward, he thinks inside his head & it's rare for more than 10% to leave his mind. He recharges by putting his headphones on and playing a game or ten. I'm a wild opposite to him but somehow we truly work in some crazy harmony - most of the time! My love language is somewhere between words and quality time meaning that deep conversation will get my love and connectedness flowing the best. So my not-so-fab conversationalist husband suffers with my insessent questioning and chatting.
But last night was one of those nights where we spoke and we took turns listening, like really listening. Understanding the struggles and the joys we were expressing. Getting amped for each other's descriptive dreams and ideas. We discussed some hard stuff and some stuff that is crazy beautiful. I learnt more about him and my relationship but also about where God is at in us and where we would like Him to be. We confronted each other with gentle criticism that was met with apology and change immediately. We opened up & were vulnerable. We spoke.
(cheeky pic of me in my onesie, purely to help you imagine how glam marriage is.)
During this chat I became unintentionally overwhelmed by the realisation of Mikeys love for me. It hit me like a wave, similar to the feeling you have when you catch a glimpse of how much God loves us. I understand his position as husband & before that fiancé, boyfriend & bestfriend. I scanned over our past 6 years together and discovered that he, in a different way to God, has an unconditional love for me. This isn't saying that he loves me perfectly every second of everyday. In no way am I attempting to paint a perfect picture here. But I realised that over my life he has loved me beyond belief, continuously, despite doubt and trials and pain and change. Despite how up and down and down right nuts our relationship has been, he has been constant and so loving amidst it all.
S.
I'm married to one of the biggest introverts I know. I define this by how he processes and how he recharges. Everything is inward, he thinks inside his head & it's rare for more than 10% to leave his mind. He recharges by putting his headphones on and playing a game or ten. I'm a wild opposite to him but somehow we truly work in some crazy harmony - most of the time! My love language is somewhere between words and quality time meaning that deep conversation will get my love and connectedness flowing the best. So my not-so-fab conversationalist husband suffers with my insessent questioning and chatting.
But last night was one of those nights where we spoke and we took turns listening, like really listening. Understanding the struggles and the joys we were expressing. Getting amped for each other's descriptive dreams and ideas. We discussed some hard stuff and some stuff that is crazy beautiful. I learnt more about him and my relationship but also about where God is at in us and where we would like Him to be. We confronted each other with gentle criticism that was met with apology and change immediately. We opened up & were vulnerable. We spoke.
(cheeky pic of me in my onesie, purely to help you imagine how glam marriage is.)
During this chat I became unintentionally overwhelmed by the realisation of Mikeys love for me. It hit me like a wave, similar to the feeling you have when you catch a glimpse of how much God loves us. I understand his position as husband & before that fiancé, boyfriend & bestfriend. I scanned over our past 6 years together and discovered that he, in a different way to God, has an unconditional love for me. This isn't saying that he loves me perfectly every second of everyday. In no way am I attempting to paint a perfect picture here. But I realised that over my life he has loved me beyond belief, continuously, despite doubt and trials and pain and change. Despite how up and down and down right nuts our relationship has been, he has been constant and so loving amidst it all.
S.
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