The movies screens portray love as a crazy romantic race through traffic while a man comes from out of nowhere and rescues you from near death collision.....And a kiss that tilts worlds is seen at the top of a high rise or at the beach with the saltwater covering your toes.
But this man that I married? He’s never dashed through traffic and saved me from a near death collision.
There was that one night when he read me the sweetest note ever and got on his knee and my whole universe started spinning as he asked for forever. And I giggled yes as the stars seemed to twinkle just for us.
I thought my heart would nearly burst.
But in the movies, that’s the part where the story ends. The lights turn on.
The living of love gets lost in the credits.
There was the day he met me at the hospital, and held my hand through the tests and the needles and the pain aching for the baby we never got to hold. And though I couldn’t breathe past the tears, I never did suffocate with him by my side.
And when the babies did come, He was the one that drove me to the mall before bible study because my pants were too tight. Or totally understood the 100 times I called the doctor pregnant with Hunter because I felt something odd...and it was nothing. And he did believe in me 2weeks before my due date when I urged him again that something was wrong ...so we travel AGAIN to the doctor to find the cord is wrapped around his neck and we must deliver immediately.
He never saved my life from a near death collision.
Twice he held my hand through contractions and twice he watched as the doctor sliced open my tummy. He stood with awe-filled tears as a tiny foot stuck straight out from inside. And smiled big through the weighing and the bathing and the miraculous lives changing. The scars remain and I just view them as a token of our love!
I never changed black-tar-filled diaper because my amazing husband knew how much pain i was in from surgery.
He’s held doors open, made paper flowers and special note and gifts. He goes to work everyday and works so hard so I can stay home with the kids. He’s taught Hunter how to ride a bike, fish and work hard. He’s wrestled and tickled and shared his love for motorcycles. He’s carried us when we were too tired or too weak or to heartbroken to stand. Though sleep-starved himself and tired from work, he’s calmed our little ones through sickness or fears.
He's never saved me from a collision ....thank God
Yet every weekday since the day we met, he’s woken early to go to a job that is HARD just to provide for his family. And through discouragement and heart bleeding, trusts God ALWAYS. And each evening Hunter watches and listens for the sight or sound of his daddy's truck as he is busting at the seams to get his hands on this awesome man. And every night he climbs on top of him, trying to be the closest to the man who truly loves his family.
And with kids sleeping he reaches out under the covers with a soft brush of his hand, and he warms me gentle – even when things are ugly and it seems we’re worlds apart, he’s always striving to mend the broken pieces back together.
He’s never saved me from a near death collision...Or stood in front of a city bus saving me with the strength of his arms.
But he’s climbed stairs to come after me, and knelt right down in humility. He’s showed me real Christian love between a man and a women. Living love in the little monotonous moments. Laying down his life and giving no matter if I am wretched or wrinkled or lovely. He taken my phone calls when he is hanging from a ladder working hard for us just because I want to tell him something our children have accomplished.
And that’s what true love looks like
Like the gospel story lived out in one man and his wife. I am one blessed lady!
So for anyone wondering if they will ever find love it does exist and the ONE is out there and you just trust and be still it will come!
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