Lately, my heart has been so full that it feels like it should BURST. I cannot believe how lucky I am to be experiencing a love like the love of my husband. He's so good to me.
And then, we are NOT perfect; we fight all the time about stupid stuff (sorry hubster, the cat's outta the bag on this one). That's okay and normal and understandable, since it seems to be human nature to be snappy around the people with whom we are the most comfortable (what is that all about, seriously? But it's totally true). But we choose to love through it.
The Bible mentions a bunch of times how the love of a husband should be like the love of Christ for the church (aka the body of believers, aka us, Ephesians 5:25).
I always thought it was an exaggerated metaphor, or some lofty unintelligible goal (or just pretty words). Now that I'm married, that seriously BLOWS. MY. MIND.
If this is what love feels like from a flawed and fallen (but still pretty great!) person, whoa. His love for me is merely an echo of the love of God.
I can't even begin to imagine how amazing the love of God must feel like.
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