Tuesdays are when I swing open the doors to this little space and invite everyone to link up their “Behind the Scenes” stories. We choose a photo (taken today, yesterday, 20 years ago) and tell the story outside the frame. The bits of life and memory that get left out when we edit and filter before sharing online. So grab a photo, put on your storyteller hat, and join us! You can read a little more about it here.
It’s been over thirteen years since we first started dating. Over 7 years of marriage. More than a decade of being together, going through life as a team, ready to tackle whatever comes next. If I’m honest, this man? He’s the reason I can dream big God-sized dreams. My husband, my best friend, the one who makes me laugh when I just want to be mad and who has decided that his dream? It’s to do whatever he needs to so that I can have the freedom to chase what God has planned for me.
It’s overwhelming, that kind of love. To have someone who believes in you so completely. Especially when God reveals that you, the one who builds community, has so often neglected it in her own home. Putting others and jobs and email and social media first when the community here? It is deserving of as much – if not much more – of my attention.
This man? He has been there, behind the scenes, holding my hand, praying over me, and cheering me on. When I fail miserably. When God opens an incredible door. When our hearts break. He’s there. We sat on the sofa the other night after our little one was in bed and he prayed over me. It was like a commissioning. A moment, he said, I would look back on for years to come. This man, my husband? He has a gift of discernment, of wisdom, and has spoken truth straight into my heart as often as he’s made me laugh.
It’s community and communion and it’s in those moments when dirty floors and piles of laundry turn into holy ground I see clearly how blessed I am, and how it all starts here. This man? He’s my rock.
Will you join this week? I’d love to read your stories!