God knows. He knows that sometimes you need more than just love, because love doesn’t walk halls at night with crying babies or fly over oceans to rescue children that were pushed from another’s womb, SERVANTS DO THAT.
He knew that 4 kids in 4 years would wear this once vibrant woman down to a pulp of survival and that hairs would not be plucked diligently and legs would miss shavings for days and He would still love me the same. BECAUSE A FRIEND LOVES AT ALL TIMES.
He knew that there would be days that sleep deprivation would claim the best inside this weary heart and that building a family would become more than just the dream of a picket fence and a nice house, it would become a mission and a ministry. A mission that at times would feel more than a body can take, the weary-ness of battles that rage on and on without end. Love isn’t enough to hold it up and hold it together when tears fall and there are thoughts of losing the ones you love. ONLY A TEAM-MATE CAN HOLD YOU UP WHILE FIGHTING WITH YOU AND FOR YOU.
He knew that no ordinary love story would survive the crazy life He had for us and so He knitted our hearts across a phone line of seven days and we knew forever was HIS PLAN. We had no idea what we were getting into, really we didn’t even know each other. He drove a truck and had nothing in his bank account. I had always had a bank account but needed more healing than money could buy. God knew and answered hopeless prayers utter in the dark when I felt really alone. He knew that I would need a SERVANT, a FRIEND, and a TEAM-MATE for this journey – and He chose so well.
Sometimes grace is just huddling up together when it gets really rough and praying for God’s Mercy together.
Sometimes His provision is that rock under you that holds you up because life is bending you sideways and upside down and God made him to be the steady under your shaky self.
Sometimes Worship is just you giving thanks to Him, because He gave you someone to be there with you. Because unlike all the others in life, he gets it. It may not be fun and you may feel backed into a corner, but there is no corner that the 2 of you can’t withstand together.
The last eight years of marriage have been a blessing and I consider it the highest honor that God gifted me with this man. He is a treasure and a beautiful picture of the love of God to me as a wife, a mother, and a co-heir and laborer of Christ. Love isn’t enough, but God is.
We knew the day we promised forever that HE WAS THERE. But when we looked back we SAW HIM, not just in our hearts but there in the chapel, in the middle of us, blessing with His benediction: an angel right there in the center of the aisle holding up her hand of blessing.
Still gives me chills to look at it. It hangs on our wall as a reminder that marriage is a gift, but more, it’s a platform from which to serve. It is a blessing where much is given – and so much is required. It is His design for the weak to be made strong in unity so that the gospel can go forth in power. Praising the Lord for the privilege of loving and being loved, may He take our little ordinary love and make it much for Him and to His glory.