Lately Asia and I have been working with a lot of people who are struggling.
Marriages that are failing... long term relationships coming to an end... husbands and wives that are tired of the work and disenchanted with the dream of happily-ever-after.
In looking through this lens of hurt, disappointment and brokenness, I cannot help but be forced to take a good hard look at my own marriage.
I'm so blessed to have been married to Asia for the past eighteen and a half years.
I'm not sure how we've managed to keep it all intact.
We're no better than those folks we know who are watching it all come crashing down around them...
Perhaps I can attribute it to the prayers of my mother and grandmother... years of asking God to provide me with a husband who would love me. (No small request there, as I can be quite a stinker.)
However we've managed to stay together, I will never take it for granted.
This man, who nightly rests his hand on my hip as we drift off to sleep, has loved me deeply, completely, and with unbelievable patience.
He gives himself away to people all day, every day, and often even in the wee hours of the morning will make himself available to someone who needs a listening ear... and then he comes home and somehow still manages to give me his very best.
He parents with wisdom and laughter, showing our kids a shining example of a man whose eyes are solely for his wife... and never hesitating to demonstrate his priority of always placing me first.
I know, with full confidence, that I am more important to him than his job. His friends. His hobbies. His own life.
He strives to try to make me happy, even though my definition of that changes with the breeze... he tries his darndest to stay on top of it... sometimes pushing me to reach for stars I never even saw. He knows me well. He often identifies and labels struggles I may just be beginning to comprehend... suggesting solutions and encouraging growth.
He seldom asks me to hold back my passions... and instead, encourages me to follow my dreams and even praying with me that God would define His vision for me in ways I cannot yet imagine.
He dreams with me, hopes with me, holds me when I fail, tells me I'm beautiful and believes in me even when I am stuck in the mire of my lifelong struggle with negativity.
I am blessed.