“I’d like you to meet my better half.”
This is how my husband tends to introduce me to his friends and co-workers. I have to admit, it makes me smile every time, though I feel wholly unworthy of this distinction.
See, I knew even before I officially met him that my husband was a special guy. I remember seeing him - Sunday after Sunday - seated next to his grandmother in a front pew and being amazed. I mean, how many twentysomethings do you see at church, let alone at church with their grandmothers?
I’m all the more amazed that in the 3+ years since I first laid eyes on the back of this man’s head he’s continued to exemplify biblical love (1 Corinthians 13:4-13).
Biblical love is patient. I know I must at times be difficult to be around, especially when I allow a bad mood to hijack my personality. But rather than run or hide from this abrasive version of me, my husband draws close. "What’s wrong?" "Is there anything I can do?"
Biblical love is kind. When I get home from work, I kick my shoes off at the door, scatter the (literal and figurative) baggage of the day throughout the apartment - purse on the floor, coat on the couch, lunch bag on the kitchen counter - and, though I’m certain my doing so drives him crazy, my husband asks me about my day while putting my dirty lunch dishes in the sink and quietly returning my lunch bag to its home on the top of the fridge.
Biblical love is not self-seeking. Any opportunity he has - and you’d be amazed by how many each day offers - my husband defers to me and my preferences. "What do you want to watch on TV?" "Where would you like to eat?"
It is without a doubt a great blessing to be on the receiving end of such a love, but I am doubly blessed because in receiving such a love I desire to reciprocate and extend that love to others.
Written by Whitney
The 12:12 Project is sponsored by Katy First United Methodist Church.