A Special Valentine Treat
Not flowers. Not chocolates. Not a fancy dinner.
Here I am in my seemingly weakest state, carrying a child in my womb, counting the days before I can [probably] get rid of these body pains and at least walk and lay on my back comfortably.
And yet here I am full of praise and joy in my heart, waiting for a promise to be held in my arms.
But also beyond that is a heart full of love, answered prayer, and endless gratitude for this one person I have held hand in hand for quite a time now– my husband.
In a span of eight roller coaster months, I’ve seen this man turn into the best husband, and an even better father– already. He wasn’t merely a spectator in this pregnancy, waiting for the ball to pop to start becoming a dad, no. He’s been there from the beginning– aiding, listening, praying, crying with me. Every difficulty has been made easy. Every pain, bearable. Every long wait, a season of joy and thanksgiving. He has been faithful to point me back to God everytime I felt anxious and doubtful of myself. He has been everything I needed in this slow, self-denying journey.
I am blessed to have a husband who declares victory after victory, especially when I can’t see clearly through my fogged pregnant state. One who takes the first step before I do, who cleans up to allow me to rest, who willingly runs errands even before I ask of them, who does chores because I feel heavy, who leads our prayer time and speaks of the right words. I am blessed to not have done this alone, to have been truly partnered and supported. And now in the last few weeks of carriage, I would say we will have conquered this mountain and finished strong– both physically and in faith, because we have each other and God is above us. This marriage, this wonderful irreplaceable love, is the best thing I could ever ask for in this lifetime.
Thank You, Jesus. This is all grace.
*Oh, and happy 8th months married, loml. ♡
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