My Beloved

I have to take this week to publicly praise my husband, Jonathan – my first ministry.

Jonathan, thank you for being a hero to me. Thank you for working hard to provide for us, and to make broken things heal. Thank you for letting me cry, and never despising my tears.

Thank you for consistently choosing to be on the same team with me, especially when I treat you like we’re not.

I have to take this week to publicly praise my husband, Jonathan – my first ministry.

Jonathan, thank you for being a hero to me. Thank you for working hard to provide for us, and to make broken things heal. Thank you for letting me cry, and never despising my tears.

Thank you for consistently choosing to be on the same team with me, especially when I treat you like we’re not.

I love the ooey-gooey way you talk to our doggie, because you adore her. This week, you made me drink Superfood because of all the nutrients in it. You let me lay down and try to sleep and never complained about my obnoxiously loud nose-blowing sessions.

You made sure I went back to the doctor.

You fed me.

Before anyone else called back or cared as much, you did what you could to fix the gas leak in the house. It was hard, sweaty work, and you did it with joy.

There are circumstances that hurt my heart last week that only you and God know about. And I am safe with both of you.

When you say "it’s going to be okay," I’m beginning to believe you.

Thank you for giving me the space to be weak. I am not alone. It’s not all up to me. It will get done even if I don’t do it.

You have been the lifter of my head.

I see you. I see your heart. I love you. I am so blessed that you are my husband.

Song of Songs 5:10-16