we finally had time to talk, after a busy few days. I admitted to Ian some temptations that I've been facing that, if grown, could affect him and our marriage.
"Tell me what I can do to help you," he spoke, when my guts were spilled.
I questioned him on why that response, instead of surprise or frustration or concern. I asked why he didn't turn it back onto himself, and how those temptations affect him.
"Because it's a holy God that you're up against."
He gets it. So simply and clearly and beautifully. He turned my sin directly to the gospel and to how my sins are not primarily against Ian or our marriage but a holy God.
Stunned, because I had been carrying weight of the frustrations of my ugly heart, I looked at him in refreshed gratefulness. What a gift he is to me. He is a gift to my soul.