Reflections on my Man...

As I overheard him reading theology (Wayne Grudem's Systematic) to a few of the kids yesterday, I was struck with the thought that I may have truly married a "man after God's own heart." Oh, he is certainly not the picture of perfection - I have lived with him enough years to know that. And yet... at the end of the day, Joshua wants God as much as anyone else I know.

I have spent years looking over his shoulder, fearful of and judgmental over the things he has allowed himself to get caught up in; and at the same time, I have worked so hard to keep my own external image squeaky clean. But...

If I take a step back and look at the heart of this man, he is every bit a David! His sins may be obvious and even egregious. He may even be able to ignore his own guilt for a time. But when confronted with the truth, his heart for God wins every time. Josh knows the closer he is with God, the farther he is from sin. And so, where I dabble in a relationship with God, he charges headlong into everything God-pursuing. And though he may still have a beer after work and play violent (in my opinion...) videos games, I think he must be very loved by the God he pursues.

What did I do to deserve this man, Father? Help me honor, serve, and emulate him. Help me not be David's foolish wife who mocked his love for You. Thank you for the ability to see this Man through Your eyes.

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