Today I'm linking up with Chrysalis for Marriage Monday. This week's topic is romance.
What comes to mind when you think of romance? For me the word brings a picture of a tall, dark, handsome man seated on a white horse with wind-blown hair, ready to come to my aid. (Sounds like the cover of a romance novel, doesn't it?)
Closing in on twenty years of marriage, my definition of romance has evolved greatly from the expectations I had as a newlywed. I'm certainly not opposed to candy and flowers, but superficial gifts such as these don't move me like acts of thoughtfulness do.
- Opening the door for me
- Carrying my burdens (physically and emotionally)
- Stepping in when I'm worn out
- Making me a priority (such as cancelling his plans when I need his help)
- Coming to my defense
I think to be romanced is to feel loved. More and more, I find myself spelling "love" H-E-L-P.
We make time to spend time together, even if it's just a run to the Home Depot! Bob's been to the fabric store with me; I've gone to the (world's longest!) tractor show with him. Just recently we tacked a trip to Frederik Meijer Gardens on to Bob's dentist appointment that was up in that area.
Bob is tall, his hair used to be dark, and in my eyes he will always be handsome. I even saw him seated on a horse once, though it wasn't white. While I feel loved and cherished by Bob, I can't expect him to be my everything. That's the job of my One True Love, who one day will come riding a white horse.
"I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself." ~ Revelation 19:11-12
Jesus, thank you for a husband who shows me he loves me on a regular basis. Help me focus on who he is rather than who he is not, remembering that ultimately You are the one I need to rely on.