Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.I woke up a couple of minutes before him the other day.
For wives, this means submit to your husbands as to the Lord.
Trying not to rustle the sheets, I curled my knees into my stomach, pulled the covers under my chin, and I watched in fascination.
This man, he is mine.
And I am his.
He used to have a certain smell. I'd swipe his sweatshirts to wear when he wasn't around just so that I could feel him there when I inhaled. Comfort and love and the perfect amount of butterflies in my stomach all resulted from breathing in that scent.
It's gone now, his smell.
Whether it's his pillow or mine, it's the same scent.
We have a home, we have a baby, we are a family.
I walk into our sweet house, and I breathe us in.
We've created this feel. The air, the smell, the comfort, it's ours.
I take a deep breath, and my lungs expand, and I know I'm home, and it's forever, and Jesus is in this.
Three years ago, I committed my life to this man.
I had no idea what that would mean.
I didn't know that submitting to him would make me stronger as a woman.
I didn't know that I would sob in the wee hours of the night and he would hold my puffy face and kiss it and then that we would worship and our tears would mingle and that I would learn more about Christ than I ever knew.
I didn't know that he would protect my heart with gentle guidance.
I didn't know I'd rely desperately on his arms upholding me.
I didn't know what a choice it is to lay your life at another's feet, trusting God that He'll use that action to further His will.
I had no idea.
You've changed my world, my husband.
My whole world.
My heart is yours forever.
