My Husband is Not My Hero.

I am definitely guilty of expecting my husband (D) to be perfect and I am guilty of putting him on a pedestal so high that when he dares to be human or dares to make a mistake and that when it comes crashing down, I feel betrayed and react like a raging bull.

However, something I have learned this past year is that just like I am not perfect, neither is my husband. No matter how much I want him to be the one who knows me inside and out, who knows exactly what I am thinking and feeling and who knows exactly the right thing to say every time, he cannot be that person. The truth is, he is just as broken, sinful and imperfect as I am. He cannot and will never complete me.

Sometimes we get stuck, we misunderstand each other and we miss each other’s perspectives. Most of the time I am pretty stubborn and hard-headed. My pride can get in the way of communicating and of building intimacy with D. Thankfully for me, I have a husband who loves and cares for me. He also knows not to talk to me when I am hungry or running on less than eight hours of sleep. Now do not get me wrong, D is an amazing person who day by day shows me a love and kindness that only he can. He also understands me most of the time (though not when I am moody) but he cannot save me.

How can someone who is as flawed, sinful and imperfect as my husband save me? We would have no chance!

If there is anything I have learnt in our first year of marriage, it is that only through the love of God and love of Jesus can I love other people.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”

[1 Corinthians 13: 4-8]

God’s love is pure and unconditional. It is also unwavering, unlike my love which picks and chooses when it manifests. It is only when I choose to love God and choose to let the Holy Spirit work on my selfishness and my pride, that I can truly love others, including my husband. The verses above paint a clear picture of God’s love for us. His love is an example for me to follow, not just when D does sweet things like taking the trash out or making me endless cups of tea but also when he makes mistakes or annoys me and needs to be shown grace.

It would also be a joke to think I can love using my own ability (D can certainly testify that I cannot). As much as I like to think of myself as a completely selfless woman, always right and never wrong, I am just not. And you know what? That is okay, well sometimes, because Jesus does not expect me to be all those things. He loved me and called me to him despite my failings to love unconditionally and he made me righteous. He restores me and changes me to become all the things that he is: patient, kind, humble and so on.

So, my husband is not my hero and I would not want him to be because I have Jesus who is my number 1, my hero, my saviour and the one I choose to love and trust and put all my hopes in first and foremost.

For Better Or Worse

Being married can be difficult. It requires a certain level of emotional vulnerability and openness that doesn’t always come easy. There is still the threat of heartache, hurt and pain even in a committed relationship. As humans, our bodies and mind are wired to respond to the threat of danger with fight or flight.

More often than not, when it comes to matters of the heart, we choose the flight response. It is the easiest and safest way to protect ourselves from deeper hurt. While this may seem like the best thing to do in the moment, it is a short-term solution which can lead to more hurt, as it leads us to close off, trust less and as a result, isolation can occur. Isolation in marriage is no fun. I know that from my experience of it. It is no secret to me or to my husband (thankfully) that i find it difficult to trust or let people in. It is not something that comes naturally to me and yet i yearn for a closeness and a friendship with people that requires trust and honesty.

Honesty- that is easy, well, as long as it doesn’t require emotional vulnerability. In that case, is it really honesty? Something i am sure of but still learning, is that in order to be vulnerable, i must let God in. I must be vulnerable with him first, sharing my thoughts and feelings instead of hiding from him or at least trying to hide! God is my strength and my shield, he knows me better than anyone ever will, he loves me more than anyone ever will. Though i know this, it is easy to forget especially when i do not take the time to speak to him or allow him to speak to me.

However, all i can do is trust in God, believe that he will change me and help me grow, that he will break down the walls built so high. His love overflows in my life and i only hope to show a glimmer of that love to those around me. His will is perfect and he will prevail, in spite of my attempts to hide from him. I trust him in my marriage and i trust him to build me up, into a better sister, daughter, friend and the wife my new darling husband deserves me to be.