Love is not a feeling. It’s not roses and boxes of chocolates. It’s not found in a song or smell, or even touch. It’s not love letters in lunch boxes.
Love is a CHOICE.
Love looks like choices you make every day.
Love is seeing your wife go from pretty, peppy and perky… to poofy, exhausted, stretch mark covered and slathered in spit up, crying over the burned Mac and cheese, and still telling her she’s sexy. And meaning it.
It looks like embracing , crying and praying together, and learning to heal after losing a baby girl. It looks like your husband going home to immediately pack away the nursery you had ready, that will never hold a baby, before you can even walk down the hall to the room, knowing it would kill you inside. It killed him inside too.
Love isn’t usually rainbows and butterflies. It’s doing the hard things, like telling the kids their baby sister died, so his wife didn’t have to repeat those dreaded words AGAIN…
It looks like sitting together in a room, with the 7th different doctor to say “it’s probably cancer”…And your husband assuring you, he’s never, ever going to leave your side, though every step, no matter what comes. And he didn’t.
It looks holding your husband holding you after every one of the 10 plus miscarriages, and never once said “maybe it’s time to give up”… Instead, he believed in the promise God gave, and tirelessly laid hands every morning to pray for my body. He didn’t think I was awake…. But I knew.
It looks like helping your pregnant (with much wanted twins) wife up out of bed at 11,2,3,5 and 6 am because she literally can’t walk without support. And Spending HOURS upon hours in the hospital and doctors offices, each time, saying “I’m here for you, I love you, there is no one I’d rather be with”.
It looks like beauty in the hard times, and sometimes, saying the hard things. It looks like unity in the midst of chaos. It looks like putting God in the center of a marriage that the enemy has tried to steal from. Love is a choice you make every day. To serve the unloveable. To forgive even the more reprehensible. To shine light even when the darkness feels insurmountable.
Love is a gift.
Choose Love.
-Meg
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