I think about it often: A lesser man would have left me by now. You stay. You, with those big brown eyes, open arms, soft lips, and serving hands.
Like a phoenix, I'm born, I breathe, I burn. I'm remade from the ashes time and again. I have been no less than five different people in the decade we've been married, and you have loved them all.
"You're so weird," you say with a chuckle. God bless that chuckle because that chuckle means you think my weird is cute.
I think your weird is cute, too.
How do you always know when I need a laugh? A hug? A strong hand to hold mine? Your presence, your voice as my innards swell and lungs labor are a comfort and a tether keeping my feet tied to the world.
How do you do it all, Atlas? How do you manage the weight of the world on those broad, sexy shoulders?
How do you work long days, bathe children, grocery shop, manage the property, pay the bills, help others, and save me every day? How do you live always dying, always denying yourself? You swear to your own hurt, and you do not change (Psalm 15:4).
As long as you channel Living Water, I'll never stop drinking you in. When you run dry, my well is yours. Always.
You've won my heart a million times over. Just like this Savior I know. I don't deserve either of you.
World, you may keep your fallible currencies. I'll draw and spend from an eternal bank of love.
Happy anniversary, My Beloved. I could not have made a better investment over the last ten years than I have in you. Thank you for being a parable of Christ's love for me and His Church. Here is to many more years in this life and an eternity of them in the next, my Brother, my Friend, my Lover.....
Like a phoenix, I'm born, I breathe, I burn. I'm remade from the ashes time and again. I have been no less than five different people in the decade we've been married, and you have loved them all.
"You're so weird," you say with a chuckle. God bless that chuckle because that chuckle means you think my weird is cute.
I think your weird is cute, too.
How do you always know when I need a laugh? A hug? A strong hand to hold mine? Your presence, your voice as my innards swell and lungs labor are a comfort and a tether keeping my feet tied to the world.
How do you do it all, Atlas? How do you manage the weight of the world on those broad, sexy shoulders?
How do you work long days, bathe children, grocery shop, manage the property, pay the bills, help others, and save me every day? How do you live always dying, always denying yourself? You swear to your own hurt, and you do not change (Psalm 15:4).
There must be Jesus in you.
As long as you channel Living Water, I'll never stop drinking you in. When you run dry, my well is yours. Always.
You've won my heart a million times over. Just like this Savior I know. I don't deserve either of you.
World, you may keep your fallible currencies. I'll draw and spend from an eternal bank of love.
Happy anniversary, My Beloved. I could not have made a better investment over the last ten years than I have in you. Thank you for being a parable of Christ's love for me and His Church. Here is to many more years in this life and an eternity of them in the next, my Brother, my Friend, my Lover.....
MY SUPERMAN
And now 10 years in photos and song: