“Am I a good husband?” Chad asked quietly last night as we were getting ready for bed. My mind slowed, wanting to answer just right.
Your patience with me is humbling. My eyes squeeze tightly shut each morning in defiance of getting out of bed and you kiss my cheek and let me sleep. My heart spews unkindness and you move forward to embrace me. Minutes and hours pass as you work on our budget and finances, and you know all the numbers are just grace anyway. Your living example of fasting and prayer, your courage in sharing truth, all the scripture tucked away in your heart, your encouragement and compassion, your life challenges me to love more, to trust God in new ways, to pour out more of myself. You bear my burdens and lighten my heart with strength and laughter and I don’t want to imagine life apart from your side.
Your hard working hands hold mine gentle as we dream and how do we make our house home? Truth is, it doesn’t matter if the floors need to be swept or vacuumed or refinished altogether or if there’s spider webs in the corners or my toothbrush has to lay on the counter. All my heart is at home with you and there’s only one answer.
Yes, you’re a very good husband.