we tucked ourselves underneath the feathers of our big fluffy spread, our goose bumps giving in to their warmth. i sat with our bible opened on my knees, a hot cup of tea within my reach for us to share.
"what do you want to do for our quiet time," he had asked, a question that spurs smiles because it means he's feeling well.
we've been reading proverbs, and so made our way there again.
All the ways of a man are pure in his own eyes, but the Lord weighs the spirit.
we were sharing our hearts, how differently we see ourselves than how God sees us.
Everyone who is arrogant in heart is an abomination to the Lord; be assured, he will not go unpunished.
our patterns, so similar, mine not as refined as his. the habit of anger and pride, that lead to destruction but are so hard to overcome.
"ian, i know i've been given a new heart. but sometimes my old self, that still wants to sin, feels so nearby."
"it is. that's why we need Jesus."
in seven words he takes me to the heart of it, to the heart of my human-ness. in those words he takes me to the heart of our marriage - a relationship that helps me to love and fear God more.
these moments, they are beautiful.