Maybe I dreamt of him.
I’m not sure. I just remember that I awoke this morning with thoughts and words and feelings that kind of overwhelmed me for a moment.
As my eyes popped open and I caught a glimpse of the fresh, morning light streaming in through our bedroom window, my heart sang.
He is amazing.
He really is.
Of course I thought so fifteen years ago when I first laid eyes on him as a teenage girl.
I was a hopeful nineteen, and he was a twenty-something senior at Bible college. He wore a suit, drove a new car, worked two jobs, and pastored a little community church on Sundays.
He was one of the “bachelors” none of the girls at college had been able to catch… yet. 🙂
He was amazing.
Of course I thought so nearly thirteen years ago on the day I became his wife.
I was a confident twenty-one-year old bride who didn’t know what I didn’t know about life. He still wore a suit, had a bachelor’s degree, big dreams of becoming a full-time pastor, and now a ring on his finger and a wife on his hands.
He whisked me away in a limo for a week-long honeymoon at a bed-and-breakfast in the mountains.
Yeah, he was amazing.
We had babies. Changed jobs. And churches. And homes.
Our differences popped up. And up. And up.
Life got busy, he got quiet, I got depressed.
What happened to amazing?
We learned to let go. Forgive. Forget.
And most importantly, to remember…
That amazing has very little to do with circumstances,
and everything to do with perspective.
This morning, I remembered
all we have become…
and all we have overcome.
I remembered the strength of character is takes for a man to say “no” to himself and “yes” to God.
I remembered the commitment of a man who chooses to love his sometimes unlovely wife… as Christ loves His bride.
I remembered the gentleness required of a man to take a little boy fishing or tuck a fussy toddler into bed at the end of a stressful day.
I remembered the meekness called for from a man who faces a congregation, week in and week out, and has to be all things to all people.
I remembered the moral integrity it takes for a man to be faithful to his wife (through five pregnancies and years of exhausting parenthood). To keep his eyes and his hands and his heart pure before God.
I remembered what it calls out of a man to be a leader in a world that crucifies manhood and undermines morality.
I remembered the confidence of a man who stands for what he believes, despite the persuasion of the culture, his friends or family.
I remembered that a meek man, a devoted man, a man of integrity, is truly the hero in his own story.
Or maybe I realized more than ever before,
He is amazing!
“Why is the one you love
more special than others?
Why do you ask us
to tell him how you feel?”
” He is handsome and healthy,
the most outstanding
among ten thousand.
His head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy,
black as a raven.
His kisses are sweet.
I desire him so much!
He is my lover and friend.”
(taken from Song of Solomon chapter 5)
What’s so special about your man?
Tell me something that makes him amazing to you!