It hasn't always been easy, in fact, sometimes it's been downright hard. And there have been seasons when it's been almost effortless, joy-filled, and fun.
What have the past 12 years taught me?
Love is not a feeling. Lasting love isn't built on romance. It doesn't look like the movies. Love is defined by the Gospel. It's self-sacrificing, it's forgiving, it's grace-filled. And it's something my husband knows well.
I married a man who loves Christ above all else. I married a man who is being transformed into the image of Christ more everyday. I married a man who understands his role as a husband is that of Christ to the church.
His self-sacrificing love rubs my feet at the end of a long day. It cleans up kid vomit from sheets. It empties a full dishwasher. His forgiving love overlooks all of my deficiencies. It never complains when I lack in housework or cooking. His grace-filled love praises my flawed parenting. It calls me beautiful even when I know it's 12 years and 4 babies later on this body.
I am blessed beyond what I even knew when I said those vows 12 years ago. Time has just made him better. Time, difficulties, joys, and the Spirit of the Living God have strengthened our love.
Here's to 12 + 12 + 12 more, for His glory.
August 4, 2001