I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. Just been playing in the snow and buried in a book series this week. Will be back on Monday to share how God used this as an illustration for me this week. Love when He does that, but sometimes it isn’t always so pleasant.

Blessings,

If you are visiting me from Amy’s site today, welcome. I appreciate your taking the time to read the interview I did on her blog and for coming over here as well. If you have not read the interview, you can click on the link above to do so. It is a discussion about my life as the wife of a husband who does not share my faith.

I don’t know that I have a whole lot to add to what I said in the interview. I would like to reiterate that I love my husband dearly. He is my very best friend, and my relationship with him is second only to my relationship with God.

We have fun together, and I truly enjoy spending time with him. He is a wonderful father and husband, and I feel so blessed to be married to someone who loves me as much as he does.

I love that we have been together so long that we share those little things that no one else knows about. You know what I mean. A phrase, a joke, a look, a hand motion. Those things that have no meaning for anyone else, but when one of them comes up, the other of you knows exactly what it is all about. They create an intimacy between the two of you that is shared by no one else.

I love that we have nicknames for each other, and how he uses his nickname for me sometimes when he sends me an email or when we are talking on the phone. It makes me feel special.

I love how he gives my daughter “train rides” in the mornings before he goes to work. This consists of her standing barefooted on his shoes as he “choo-choos” her over to the front door.

I love our date nights. We usually have dinner at a restaurant, where we can actually sit together on the same side of the booth, and then go to a bookstore since we are both avid readers. We retire to our respective sections to find a book, and then meet up at the coffee shop inside to share a dessert and read.

As I said in the interview, it is still hard sometimes, but God has brought me to a place of contentment with the situation. I don’t ever stop praying or believing that Richard will one day share my faith, but in the meantime, I pray that God will love him through me thus enabling me to be the very best wife that I can.

I honor him as my husband, and I feel blessed to be loved by him. And I trust God to fill those places that Richard cannot. I believe that is what we should do whether our husbands share our faith or not. No man, or other human being for that matter, can be everything we need them to be. Only God can do that. We need only ask.

Blessings,

I received this email devotion today on desperation. If this is the state you find yourself in today, and you are in need of some encouragement, then click here.

Blessings,