The house is a mess. This is a rough week for my poor husband. He has three nights of class and one late night of work. So I am alone with the kids. And for whatever reason, I have a difficult time mustering the energy to clean it as well as I should when he's not around - I am too focused on getting the necessities taken care of. He never complains. I try to clean up the things will be in his path at 10 pm when the kids are in bed and he is home from class but I don't always get to it. He tells me he doesn't see it and smiles as I welcome him home.
Her smile lights my heart on fire, even as she constantly crawls in our bed at night, holding my face in her hands. I know she thinks this is her chance at alone time, and isn't this why we bought the King sized bed anyway? So we move over and her body instantly relaxes and I can hear her breath enter and leave her little three year old body throughout the night as she sleeps next to us.
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Fifteen years ago....Ten years ago....my ideas of love have evolved, shifted, changed with necessity.
Ten years ago love was a dozen roses and a diamond pendant. Valentine's day was dressing up, a meticulously planned sequence of events, and fluttering hearts. It was breathless, exciting, passionate. Today it is the grace of the hardest working man I know and a blind eye and quiet tongue. It's rolling over, even though I want this time to ourselves. It's trying to remember where I put those cards for the kids and hoping I remember to give it to them in the morning.
Love used to be so easy to spot and shined bright.
Now it is a messy, tired, working love. It's forgiveness. It's pardon. It's grace. It's another day.
Ten years ago a full devotional life was hours spent reading and studying and praying. Today it is a passage from Common Prayer or Jesus Calling, a Psalm, and exhaled prayers throughout the day.
Ten years ago Lent was something Catholics did and McDonald's promoted to sell their fish sandwiches. Today I rest deep in the knowledge that I am broken and battered, knowing my redemption draws nigh.
I refuse to believe the lie that the past is better than the present. The love I have for my husband is stronger and deeper than it was then. Adding these girls to our family has made my heart grow and explode and be pieced back together again. And while some could look down on my time with God, I know His presence in a deeper way than before and feel Him with me, for it's only through Him I have the strength to wash another dish or change another diaper.
So here's to the messy, tired, working love. I stand here on my mountain top to shout to the world what our love looks like. I think it's the best kind.
On Thursdays we gather together to celebrate redemption. I'm so grateful to be part of this team. Want to join and sing out your song?
- Link up a post (old or new) that relates to this week's prompt: LOVE
- Put the "Imperfect Prose" button at the bottom of your post, so others can find their way there
- Read each other's posts and encourage them