When judgement rains hard, I want you to know that I see you. In all that is conflict and confusion, my husband, you are light, and you are salt. I will go where you go, and you will find my hand, always, in yours. Whether the King directs us to walk through the valley or He takes us to the top of the hill, my friend, I go with you. I will endeavor, in every step, to trust Him more alongside you, and Michael, let our lives be all for Jesus and not at all of this world.
Amen, and praise the Lord for such a man in the Kingdom.
Your life entwined in mine.
Your hand to hold.
The sound of your voice as you read His Words to us.
The smile wrinkles around your warm eyes.
The strength of your character.
Your life motto: "Do the right thing."
Your love for this Jesus.
The way I see Him etched all through your life...the book of Romans carved across your Shoulders.
In the ways that you lay yourself right down for all of us here.
That you have never, EVER, raised your voice at me.
That you are the straightest arrow I've ever known.
That you walked through the valley with me, and lived to give God the glory.
Your work ethic.
Your life ethic.
That you love all children...especially ours.
That you open our home again and again and again.
That your whole life shouts "SERVANT!"
For not being one of those guys whose swords hang limp and useless in the Body.
For being a great defender of all that is holy.
For standing on the front lines. Always in the front.
The way you come to the table to work things out.
For being gentle with me, and for being my friend.
For forgiving me seven times seventy times.
For growing in compassion and mercy.
For standing in the gap for our sons and...
For holding the hearts of our daughters.
For your righteousness.
For your purpose.
For your love.
"The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing." Ps. 34:10
Thank you for all that you are to me. I am proud to call you my husband, and I am blessed to call you my friend.