
May 21
My Bestest Friend
I do not understand ... how a man loves a woman.
Proverbs 30:18-19 (NLT)
My Bestest Friend
I do not understand ... how a man loves a woman.
Proverbs 30:18-19 (NLT)
Husbands, love your wives....
Colossians 3:19 (NKJV)
I do not understand ... how a man loves a woman. Commentators have wrestled over this passage for centuries. I am by no means an expert. In fact, I've needed a lot of help along the way, but here are a couple of things someone smarter than me has shared regarding love in marriage:
1) Love is not an option.
2) It is a choice we make every day.
3) Far more than emotion, it is a matter of the will.
This morning as I rise, I am in love, yes, but I am also committed to that love. It is not an option. It may be a struggle, but it is a struggle we will win, and I am so proud of her. Kris is committed too, and I know her struggles.
This morning as I rise, I am in love, yes, but I am also committed to that love. It is not an option. It may be a struggle, but it is a struggle we will win, and I am so proud of her. Kris is committed too, and I know her struggles.
The truth is, every couple struggles, and every marriage needs work. So, while I may be an easy going, laid back kind of fellow, I am not the easiest person to live with. Kris knows this and has been patient; she is really giving it her all; and I’m surprised she hasn’t bitten a hole through her lip!
As I look back at our relationship, I should have seen this coming—my shortcomings, my mistakes, and our ... humanness. One date early in our courtship seemed to foreshadow my own struggles with failure and imperfection.
Kris had flown in to San Francisco to stay with an aunt, so I drove over from the valley, met her and showed her the town. We did and saw everything we could. And I was so taken by my beautiful blonde that I took pictures of her at every opportunity. I caught her in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. I took a picture of her next to Giradelli's, and another by the shops on Fisherman’s Wharf. We hopped on cable cars and drove down Lombard Street and I captured those moments as well. We had lunch at the Magic Pan creperie where we were introduced to my favorite salad of all time—Mandarin Orange with Almonds. From our high vantage point, I snapped more pictures. We were on top of the world in every sense! It was a truly memorable experience, and the day was one I have treasured for years, but there was a problem. On the final trek from Fisherman’s Wharf to our car, I stopped to change my roll of film, and ... well ... I soon discovered the camera was empty! I had no film. I had no pictures. I was dumbfounded. Upset. What stupidity! What a loss! And what did my new girlfriend do? She laughed. She thought it was the funniest thing ... the perfect ending to a really great day.
I see this in her now—making the best of things. Making the best of me, of us. Hmm.... I may not completely understand how we men love our wives, but we do. And thank God, they choose to love us too!
Father, thank You for these precious gifts of love. Help us to grow in love, in respect and in understanding. Amen.
As I look back at our relationship, I should have seen this coming—my shortcomings, my mistakes, and our ... humanness. One date early in our courtship seemed to foreshadow my own struggles with failure and imperfection.
Kris had flown in to San Francisco to stay with an aunt, so I drove over from the valley, met her and showed her the town. We did and saw everything we could. And I was so taken by my beautiful blonde that I took pictures of her at every opportunity. I caught her in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. I took a picture of her next to Giradelli's, and another by the shops on Fisherman’s Wharf. We hopped on cable cars and drove down Lombard Street and I captured those moments as well. We had lunch at the Magic Pan creperie where we were introduced to my favorite salad of all time—Mandarin Orange with Almonds. From our high vantage point, I snapped more pictures. We were on top of the world in every sense! It was a truly memorable experience, and the day was one I have treasured for years, but there was a problem. On the final trek from Fisherman’s Wharf to our car, I stopped to change my roll of film, and ... well ... I soon discovered the camera was empty! I had no film. I had no pictures. I was dumbfounded. Upset. What stupidity! What a loss! And what did my new girlfriend do? She laughed. She thought it was the funniest thing ... the perfect ending to a really great day.
I see this in her now—making the best of things. Making the best of me, of us. Hmm.... I may not completely understand how we men love our wives, but we do. And thank God, they choose to love us too!
Father, thank You for these precious gifts of love. Help us to grow in love, in respect and in understanding. Amen.
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