Mister

An expansion of an item from my Thankfulness list.

When I can barely stand up from the couch, chair, or bed, even with his help, he loves me.

When I’m not even 30 and he has to help clothe me because my arms can’t move, he loves me.

When medical bills come in the mail, he loves me.

When I ask him to do his least favorite chore — dishes — because I can’t carry weight in my arms today, he loves me.

When he has to slow down his naturally long, swift stride because my ankle won’t bend and I’m walking at the speed of an elderly woman with a walker, he loves me.

He doesn’t have to, but he does.

When my frustrations reach their peak and I cry uncontrollably, he loves me.

When I sinfully allow my besettingΒ  sins to hijack my mind and heart and I lash out at him, he loves me.

When my soul is pricked by my sins and I fervently repent and beg forgiveness from both him and God, he loves me.

When I start getting bossy or controlling, he loves me.

When he confronts me in my bossy, controlling, angry, prideful sin and reminds me of the Lord, he loves me.

He doesn’t have to, but he does.

When I whip out random Russian accents, he loves me.

When I tell an off-the-wall joke, he loves me.

When I giggle incessantly about something that happened two weeks ago, he loves me.

When I’m tired and all that’s left of my brain is silliness and laughter, he loves me.

When I’m being weird, he loves me.

When I engage in my nerdy hobbies — reading, watching Jane Austen and other British films, or writing — he loves me.

When I eat odd foods — sauerkraut, pickled beets, and Braunschweiger — he loves me (after I brush my teeth).

He doesn’t have to, but he does.

We’re not particularly romantic, or at least not according to the typical definition of romance.

We don’t like PDA.

We don’t swoon endlessly about each other to other people.

We know full well that we’re imperfect.

We don’t like all the same things, but we love the most important things — God, His word, His capital “C” Church — which is all that counts.

He boasts to his guy friends that I enjoy watching hockey, basketball, and football.

I boast to my girl friends that he doesn’t mind the five hour Pride and Prejudice or the newest Emma.

He tries new foods for me.

He even tried running for me.

I tried Star Wars for him.

I even tried liking Jurassic Park for him.

He’s the guy who promised to love me like Christ loves His Church in front of dozens of witnesses on the first Saturday of 2013.

He took that promise seriously.

He’s the man who will teach our sons biblical manhood.

He’s the man who will model biblical marriage for our daughters.

And I am so thankful for him.

Because he loves me, and he really doesn’t have to.

He also likes dinosaurs...
He also likes dinosaurs…
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