Happy Valentine’s Day my friends. It seems the older we get the less of a holiday Valentine’s Day becomes. Not to mention neither Tim nor I are particularly mushy individuals. But as I scrolled through so many posts, people talking about being married to their best friend, newly weds with super sappy posts, cute young couples that are dating… I can’t help but look over at the recliner kicked back next to mine and be thankful.
We are a pair of seriously imperfect people. And wow, do I mean imperfect. I am so thankful for the work the good Lord continues to do in both of us. How He is changing us to be more like Him, which in turn makes us better for each other. We still have a LONG way to go, but Kayleigh’s sickness and death have drawn us together on the most fundamental level.
Tim isn’t my best friend. I have some pretty amazing friends, but friends often times come and go. He doesn’t put butterflies in my stomach, and he doesn’t make me act silly. No, Tim isn’t any of the fluffy things I read in Valentine Cards. He is so much more. He is the exact match to my puzzle pieces, made by God specifically for me. He is strong, steady and quiet – which balances my loud, spontaneous nature quite well. I draw strength from Him – just by resting my hand on his arm.
No, I’m not generally the mushy sort, but I am the thankful sort. And I will be thankful for all time that I found my mate. One that feels my grief, and endures the pain of loss with me. One who dries my tears and weathers the emotional storms that seem to blow up out of nowhere. One that sees me at my worst – and loves me just the same.
1 Peter 4:8
8 Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins.
I know the death of a child can cripple a marriage. I am so thankful that even though we struggle, we have chosen to struggle together, as a team. The load is much lighter when you don’t carry it alone.
Ecclesiastes 4:12
12 A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.
Finally, my prayer for us…
Mark 10:9
9 let no one split apart what God has joined together.”
Until tomorrow,
‘Carrow💜
Not mushy, but he knows I love flowers!
