Marriage should be honored by all...
~ Hebrews 13:4
He was the man of my dreams.
I had finally found Mr. Right, and that night so burned into my memory, he couldn't breathe. He was doubled over on his hands and knees gasping for air.
I rushed him to the hospital, tears staining my cheeks.
He was admitted that evening and was soon transferred to the ICU unit at Cedar Sinai Medical Center.
His diagnosis? Cardiomyopathy. In short - a weak heart muscle. He was lucky to have gotten to the hospital when he did. His heart wasn't strong enough to pump the blood where it needed to go. He was in congestive heart failure and would need a heart transplant.
Lying there in that hospital room, my man so unbelievably strong in his faith, shared with me his belief that God had already healed him. "Nobody's going to crack this chest open," he had told me.
An emotional wreck, I clung to his strength and his faith, because I didn't have any of my own.
It was only a week or so later he walked out of the hospital (no heart transplant) well on his way to recovery. That was 13 years ago.
He and his family sometimes tell me I saved his life when I took him to the hospital all those years ago. But I didn't save him. His faith is what saved him.
On the other hand, I believe he saved me.
If not for my husband, I would only be a sinner...not a sinner saved by grace.
Before his Cardiomyopathy scare, I was just a girl who knew of God but didn't know God. I had never read the Bible, prayed, or professed my faith. After I saw faith work powerfully in his life, literally healing him, I opened a Bible for the first time ever and started learning about God.
His health scare was the first of more than a decade of major life altering trials he and I have faced together. We've had to lean into our faith in God to cope with all of it.
Today I'm a completely transformed woman and a passionate follower of Christ.
If not for my husband, I would still be searching for love in all the wrong places, doing all the wrong things to find it.
I don't miss the single, twenty-something dating life one bit. I partied too hard, drank too much, and was irresponsible with the body God gave me. The path I was on was incredibly dangerous and I'm thankful God led me to the man whose love would instantly tame my wild soul.
My husband is an amazing lover and my best friend. He loves me well and I don't have to do anything radical or irresponsible for him to shower me with words of love and affirmation. He is incredibly chivalrous and loves to discover new ways of romancing me.
If not for my husband, I would not be pursuing a personal passion, living the writer's life.
The faith-building "adventures" God has taken us on over the years certainly gives me a great testimony to write about.
My husband is the one who helped me break into the blogging world, creating and launching this website for me, and supported me in the writing of my book UnEmployed Faith, even though he was currently on year three of his season of unemployment when I wrote it, and the book is about how to cope (emotionally) when your husband is unemployed.
If not for my husband, I would not know true joy and happiness.
There is a difference between the two. Joy is found in Christ alone. Happiness is found in circumstances. Because of my husband, I know and live with both.
He has continually encouraged me in deepening my relationship with the Lord, which has resulted in an inner joy and peace almost indescribable. There's no more anxiety haunting me and fear of the unknown is less and less of an issue for me these days.
Life with my husband makes me happy. We have a strong, beautiful marriage, mostly because of his efforts to be sure we are always taking time out for each other and are keeping the marital flame burning hot.
But also because he's a really good provider for our family, amazing father to our children, and absolute best friend to me.
If not for my husband, I would not know the amazing gift of motherhood.
Yes, my children are a gift from God. They are also a product of two lovers uniting as one.
We didn't unexpectedly have children. We talked about it and made the decision together that we wanted them. My husband had been previously married and had a teenage daughter when our discussions about children began. He could have easily opted out of having more.
I'm grateful he didn't. Our daughters are the greatest joy of my life. Being a mother has been a sometimes scary responsibility, but one I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. I never knew it was possible to love another human being as much as I love my children.
My husband saved my life!
He saved me from the path I was on...the one that led to self-destructive behaviors, the one that lacked faith in God, the one that would have left me still seeking happiness, the path that led to nowhere.
I was lost. So lost.
And then I met him.
My husband saved my life.
I love him more than I can ever fully express and I'm so grateful to call him 'my husband.'
When I think about my love for him, I can't stop smiling.
How has your husband made you smile?
I'd love for you to share in the comments below.
I'm linking up today with Courtney at Women Living Well for her Be My Valentine marriage challenge. This blog post is just one way I'm praising my husband this week.
I'll be sharing updates in Facebook as I continue to praise and encourage him throughout the week. I'd love for you to stop over for inspiration...or share what you're doing too!
Blessings to you, friend!
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