I’ve been reading Natasha Metzler’s blog for a few years now. She inspires me with her graceful willingness to be transparent in pain, all the while giving God glory for the beautiful, blessed life that he created for her. I am humbled by her faith, and by her conscious decision to take every situation in her life and find God’s blessing(s) in it. What a beautiful testimony to the power of God’s love and grace, and how it can so magnificently transform us through our pain and disappointment.
This month she is writing a daily post on what she loves about her husband. One new thing each day. I love this, because each one has caused me to stop and reflect for a moment on my own husband. Today she wrote about how her husband blesses her with his gift of conversation. I love that something so common, so taken for granted, so quotidian (to quote my friend Bri), is described in such a way. I love it because my husband blesses me in this way, too.
How many times does he allow me to talk his ear off when we go to bed…too late to talk…but knowing that I need to decompress? The answer is too many to count And so many times has he offered a perspective to me that I have not yet considered. So many times he has offered a Biblical framework in which to see my concerns anew. So many times he has thoughtfully expressed his understanding of a Biblical principle that opens up a new level of understanding for me. So many times…in the middle of the night…when I am downloading all my worries and rants to him.
I am so very thankful for him, and for how he helps me reshape my thoughts and worries. I am thankful for his depth, and for his willingness to be tired the next morning because so many of these deep conversations happen in the middle of the night. I am thankful that he listens (even when he’s tired), and that he hears…that he seeks to know my heart intimately, and that he prays for and with me. I am so very, very thankful that God saw what I needed and provided in such extraordinary measure.