here’s to you

My apologies to all of you who regularly read my blog for the Scripture musings–this one is going to veer from my usual trend just a little.  I saw a post by one of my mentors today that warmed my heart.  She said:

…this saddens me…Men are commanded by God to “agape” their wives, (a complete and excellent love, as represented by the Father’s love for His Son). I hear very little of this and do not see it as a primary focus among Christian men. So many, satisfied with career success and academic achievement will see those pursuits burn up as wood, hay and stubble as they stand before the judgement seat of Christ.

Before you wonder why her statement brought me joy, let me explain that I smiled because God has truly blessed me with a man who daily shows me how much Jesus loves us through his maturity and wisdom when it comes to loving people.  This week marks an anniversary of sorts–five months to the night when Jesus supernaturally placed love for him in my heart and set me free to embark on the most peaceful, joy-filled, sweetest year I can remember having.  If you’re interested on a more theological study of God’s love, you might find this post from the archives a more interesting read.  However, if you’re interested in spying on an open letter to an exceptional, God-fearing man (who may take weeks to find this…which is part of the fun!) read on. =)

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Love is patient….like the way you wait for me to exhaust a seemingly limitless supply of adjectives to describe a situation about which you are already aware.  Have I told you how much I appreciate the way you just sit there and listen until I am finished?  It means so much that you never interrupt me, even when you are probably tired of hearing details about a situation that isn’t really that crucial to begin with.  And how about those six months you kept coming back and offering me unconditional friendship when I kept trying to drive you away?

 Love is kind….like how you look for little things to do that communicate support.  Case in point, how I came home yesterday and found all the magnolia leaves raked up in my back yard, and that beautiful orchid waiting on my doorstep.  Or the way you have made it your business to track down the absolute best bug-deterring chemical there is to save me from spiders.  Even beyond your delightful eye for romance, you love through serving and it blesses me constantly.

Love doesn’t envy…like how you have become my number one cheerleader.  I know that when you offer a suggestion, you truly have my best interests at heart.  You are such an example of how Jesus is a foundation of support for us with your quiet strength in my life.  You encourage (and sometimes push) me to write and to spend even more time in prayer, and rejoice at the small conquests.

 Love doesn’t boast…like how you are constantly giving to people and leaving me to find out from someone else.  It has almost become a game to find out what beautiful, generous thing you have done for someone each week. 

Love isn’t proud…like how you constantly point to the Lord in all achievements and endeavors.  You don’t try to laugh off what you do with false humility; you answer with a quiet “thank you” and then go on to enumerate how the Lord has blessed and helped you in the process.  You find greater value in hand-made gifts with sentiment than in expensive gadgets.  You work harder than most people I know, and sometimes go underappreciated for all that you do because you don’t demand recognition or credit for your acts of service. 

Love isn’t rude…like how I never hear you yelling at other vehicles on the highway or blistering someone with scorn for perceived stupidity.  Like how you always say I am beautiful, even on those “self-doubting” days (especially on those days, come to think of it).  Like how you never chastise me for how I feel, even when we both know I am going to decide my thinking is wrong within twenty-four hours.  Like how you challenge me with soft-spoken questions instead of harsh reprimands.

Love isn’t self-seeking…like how you are quick to pray for anyone, whether you know them or not, without demanding that they know your name.  The other day, I mentioned to you about some friends of mine who had lost their jobs, and your immediate response was, “I’m praying for them.”  You live to serve, and I respect you so much because of that.

Love isn’t easily angered…like how you listen and respond calmly when we disagree.  You have never insulted me as a person, never indicated that I was an idiot for believing something, never called me selfish or insecure, even if and when I probably deserve it. 

Love keeps no record of wrongs…like how I never worry that you are going to throw some mistake from the past back at me.  Ever.

Love doesn’t delight in evil but rejoices with the truth…like how you are quick to recognize an enemy attack and use your spiritual authority as head of our relationship to pray over me.  You have zero tolerance for Satan’s efforts at deception, and are quick to counter his lies with the Word.

Love always protects…like how you have arranged to have the locks on all my doors changed.  Like how you came over that night my outside light was mysteriously on (and the night I discovered I had left the front door unlocked all weekend) and walked through all rooms and closets.  Like how you went to WalMart and bought new windshield wipers for my car and installed them without me even knowing you were there because I told you about how one fell off while I was driving down the road.  Like how you make me walk on the inside of the sidewalk, how you filter things you have heard and don’t tell me things that could hurt me, how you apply yourself to think of ways to carry hurts for me.  You have demonstrated this one over and over again.

Love always trusts…like how you never question my relationships with other people and you never demand to read my emails or text messages.  And because of that, I delight in opening my life to you.  When I can’t tell you something because it was shared to me in confidence, you respect my commitment to keeping my mouth shut and don’t pressure me to know.  What freedom you give me.

Love always hopes…and our relationship is golden with hopes and dreams.  Every day is a brand new adventure.  Every morning I wake up and wonder what the first thing you will say will be. 

Love always perseveres… Even when I told you (on numerous occasions) “we” would never be, that I didn’t “feel that way” about you, that I didn’t even want to “feel that way,” you never gave up hope.  You didn’t pressure me and you gave me space, but you were always there supporting, cheering, dreaming, loving, waiting.

So I say again to you what I said the first time you told me that you loved me (and I wasn’t ready to say it back yet)…

 –“I know.”

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6 Responses to here’s to you

  1. Karen Holt says:

    Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! A lesson & model for a lost generation!

  2. sierra white says:

    Love this!!!!!!!!!!

  3. rc says:

    To the gentleman of the above scenario: well done, son. The Lord’s wisdom in you is obvious. Clearly you realize the blessing He’s given you in this remarkable daughter of the Lord. She sure sounds like a great catch, and you’re honoring the Lord’s blessing by walking big, solid, bold Ephesians 5:25-27 steps each day. Many blessings to you both. This testimony has quite unexpectedly mended a crack or two (or eleventy-hundred) in a recently broken heart.

    • Chrystal says:

      Thank you for reading (and I let him know!) =) I’m so sorry to hear about the heartbreak–the Lord walked me through some deep valleys and some dark, painful nights of my own before bringing him to me. What ministered so greatly was seeing the love of Jesus shining so brightly through him. I had a hard time for a while there believing God loved me–how could He love me and allow such grief to come? I “knew” of His love, intellectually, but I was hurting too much to let it touch my heart. How patient the Lord is with us! Looking back I can see that He was sitting there counting and saving up every tear, wrapping His arms around my heart, holding me while I sobbed; and now I can say with no hesitation that it was all worth it. I don’t know exactly what you’re facing, but I can say absolutely that He’s with you–even if you can’t always feel Him–and He loves you passionately. Praying for you today.

  4. diana pereira says:

    Dear Chrystal,
    I am deeply moved at the way the English language has been used to express the love of Jesus and also to expand it meticulously as if under a microscope. You have succeeded in displaying the magnificience of the agape love of Jesus completely buffet style, laid out well for all to come and “taste and see how good the Lord is”. I can choose whichever love casserole I want and I will not be dissappointed but only will be invited to try the next and the next till I start again. So well said and put. A big God Bless to you as you prepare to step into a new threshold of your life with Jim. May he be your protector ALWAYS, and may you continue to be his forever.
    God Bless

  5. Be very encouraged because Jesus loves you says:

    God truly loves you Chrystal!
    May the most wonderful love of all, the love of Jesus, keep shining brightly through Chrystal and JD to His glory.
    Oh Yes, God is our refuge when our sobs flow quicker than we want them to.
    Always remember, precious readers, irrespective of what we are facing that God Triune loves His treasured children purely and passionately!

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