I have filters. Terrible, ugly things which strain everything, changing how I see and hear. Affecting how I feel.
My husband has had to work hard to bypass these filters. Sometimes he does so quite successfully, sometimes, even after 13 years of marriage, these filters still get in the way.
They blind me to my husband’s love. His sincere devotion. His overwhelming dedication. They keep me from receiving all that belongs to me.
And yet, with unending passion and the patience of Job, he pursues me. He chases me into the dark places of my emotion and he pulls me out. Gently. Sweetly. With steadiness so sure I allow myself to feel safe. And then, finally, I can rest with him.
And I realize that this is far more than I deserve. And I hear
the whisper of The One nearer to my heart. I become aware of how
He has pursued me. With unending passion and the patience of The Father.
And I am willing,
I am finally able,
to receive that gift which can only be received.
This post is in response to Emily Freeman’s post We Wanted the Union. You can read it here on her blog Chatting at the Sky.
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