Years ago, when we were dating, I asked God if Mark was *the one*. I was fearful. I wanted to be SURE. I had been just a little girl when my dad walked out on my mom, then divorced her. I was too young to understand it all, and yet that act of abandonment left a mark on me.
I said yes to Mark because I trusted him. I loved him, deeply. And he was my best friend. But above all? I trusted him.
Even so, I approached marriage with fear and insecurity~ certain, somehow that I wouldn't be enough, that I wouldn't be able to "keep" him. My greatest fear was that he would leave me for someone else. My heart was fragile.
And in God's great lovingkindness, because He knew the state of my heart, He knew just the kind of husband I needed, He gave me Mark: steady, faithful, loving, tender, kind.
|he's my favorite|
He wooed me while we were dating with cards, notes, flowers and dates. He has wooed me in our marriage with his patient, steady love and presence. He has served me selflessly and tirelessly- doing dishes, getting up with the kids during all hours of the night, working so hard every day to provide for our family so that I get to stay at home. He listens to my endless stories and ventings. He prays for me. He is my greatest comfort besides Jesus. He tells me I am beautiful every single day- (and I have learned that he actually means it!) He tells me he's still "smitten" (his word) with me after all these years. He comes up behind me when I'm washing dishes and whispers love into my ear. He still makes me a cd every year for Valentines Day- full of songs that declare his love. He still buys me flowers and he still writes me cards.
He loves me well. This marriage we have? It is a beautiful treasure.
And Mark's love for me is such a picture to me of Jesus' love for me. I am so thankful. So blessed.
Happy Anniversary to you, my beloved. (When you happen upon this post in a week or two... ;))
I love you.