The Arms of Love

Some of you are wondering about the picture and why I chose it for this post. What you are seeing is maybe a tough guy, but what I see are the arms that comfort and protect me.

The other night as I laid in bed weeping silently trying not to disturb my husband's rest, I suddenly felt those huge arms encircle me and those big hands reach up in the dark to touch my tears and wipe them away. And he whispered to me, I am right here with you. I'm not going anywhere. He slowly began to rock me to soothe me as best he could and he prayed for me while I laid there helpless. My tears covered his arm and not once did he attempt to wipe them off. He just continued to hold me. I didn't say thank you. I didn't say I needed this. I didn't say a word, but my heart was saying I need you to be strong for me right now. Thank you for holding me because I feel so alone in this pain. My heart was afloat in love and gratefulness. It was as if I was being held by him and by God. And it hit me, this is what love and marriage are all about. It's about unity. It is about witnessing each others' lives. It is about comforting one another, partnering together, weathering storms, growing stronger together.

Thank you, God, for a wonderful man who represents you well. I ask only that I may do the same in this marriage. That my love for him will be so pure that he'll see and feel you in it. AMEN!