Remember
I love my wife. I love my son, but I really love my wife. We are in a really different season. I look at this picture and I feel like I was someone else. Where do we go from here? Jesus, give me strength beyond strength, strength in weakness, to pursue my wife as you pursue us. I would die for her (as long as it entailed incredible glory, or a truly amazing story to tell over a campfire in heaven someday), but the daily dying of washing the toilet, and scrubbing the tub? The daily dying of getting OFF of my computer and the work I love so I can really really listen? That I am going to need Your help with. If any of you all readers (if there are any? :) read this post, please pray that Jesus would move me to love like he does.
2 Comments:
Matthew,
I would give up any male-male intimacy (e.g. margaritas in lawn chairs with great conversation as the ever-embraced third party) with you so that you could have that time with Amy, but I also know that it will take exploring the use of time and space as your family matures to know when you need what. All the same, we have a reliable and accessible companion through it all. God loves you so. Peas.
-j
Matthew,
I would give up any male-male intimacy (e.g. margaritas in lawn chairs with great conversation as the ever-embraced third party) with you so that you could have that time with Amy, but I also know that it will take exploring the use of time and space as your family matures to know when you need what. All the same, we have a reliable and accessible companion through it all. God loves you so. Peas.
-j
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