What changed my life forever…

I recently sat down across a small starbucks table from a woman. She related the desperate struggle she was seeing in someone she loves dearly. It was something I could relate to. Had been through.

“What happened?” She asked. “How did you change? What did it for you?”

Although of course God’s grace  is always the ultimate answer, He uses various channels, or conduits of that grace. I knew the answer, have always known it:

“Jeff.”

What happened was I married the most selfless man I have ever met. A man who daily chooses me, chooses our children, chooses others above himself. A man who isn’t driven by preferences but by conviction and selflessness, by an others-centered love and faithfulness I’ve never seen to such an extent. That’s what happened to me. 

My life was changed by his love.

Where I was insecure, he wrapped me closely in this love.

Where I was beaten down, he lifted me up with this love.

Where I was believing lies, he whispered to me this love.

Where I saw myself through the enemy’s lens, he gave me new glasses–made of this love–and enabled me to see myself the way he–and Christ–see me.

That’s what happened to me. 

Jeff.

Now my man’s not perfect, that’s not what this post is about. He has a rare genetic condition where he is incapable of picking clothes up off the floor. But oh, my man loves me, and I will pick up dirty socks and throw away the empty bag of chips that’s left in the pantry and clean those whiskers out of the sink for as many glorious years God gives us in this life. Gladly! Jeff is my man and he’s my home, he’s where I belong. He’s changed my life.

And today is his birthday. Yes, his birthday and Father’s day together, and this is as close as I can come to shouting from the rooftops that I love my man and I’m eternally grateful for his love.

Thank you, babe. And Happy Birthday.

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{Thanks, all, for giving me a few moments to shout about my man. Bless your Father’s Day, and thanks for reading.}