Let me tell you something about my husband. He is exceptional.
This morning I woke up feeling frustrated. Insecure. Disappointed. And my first fallen instinct was to let my husband feel the effects. In my attitude and demeanor, he was undeservedly on the receiving end of my weak mental state.
This man beside me works daily to support our family, spending his hours at a job that doesn’t make nearly enough use of his great skills and talents. He is unwavering in his dedication to raising his sons in uprightness. He apologizes when he is in the wrong, and talks through mistakes to move a step forward by them rather than letting them push him backward. He will push through any discomfort or pain to accomplish what is necessary, and usually a good stretch farther than necessary. He is relentless in ensuring I smile and laugh enough each day.
And when I give him scowls instead of smiles, selfish words instead of generous ones, he loves me through it.
He loves me through it.
I pray every wife is able to say that of her husband, and vice versa. We must love each other through it. All of it.