Thanks For Shoulders

Sometimes you just have to keep writing about it because it's still impossible, and your mind is still reeling from the gift.  And sometimes you need to keep making lists so that you will never grow numb to what Jesus has done in the lives of two of the broken ones, yes?

Thanks, Lord, that You resurrected a dead marriage from the grave.
That The Shoulders leads out strong and always takes his place on the front line.
That he shields his family from arrows and pestilence.
That he still flirts and makes me blush.
That he loads the groceries, makes the dinner sometimes, and builds a better life for us.
That he models service just like his Father did by laying down his life.
Every.  Single.  Day.

Lord, thank You for a man who...
Puts his family first.
Helps shepard his little boys into godly men.
Holds the hands of his daughters, promising to protect them.
Apologizes to his broken wife while holding her close...
Never making fun that she is the weaker vessel.
God, Thank You.

Thank You for a man after Your own heart.
A man who opens the Word to us.
A man who...
Teaches, admonishes, encourages, rebukes and loves.
A strong man with the strength of heaven on his side.
The Shoulders.  My Shoulders.

A man with scars like Yours,


Bernadette