Sometimes my husband makes me laugh
He loves me. Unashamedly. Unabashedly. Without reserve.
I always imagined I would marry a Charity man (or Anabaptist in some fashion). Why? Because I dressed plainly in pretty jumpers and simple skirts and covered my head. No traditional man would want me.
So I spent a (shameful) amount of time secretly inspecting fellow brothers in Christ; men who attended the same Youth Bible Schools as I did; men who sang acapello, disdained tv, tucked in button-up shirts and talked of owning their own business, raising a godly family and missions.
I inspected them because they were what I expected.
But someone else prayed for me.
A man raised outside of Anabaptist circles; a man who never read a courtship book, grew up in a divorced home with a loving and hard-working mother who owned a hair salon and video store. This man prayed for me, waited for me and hoped for me.
And when he found me he loved me without reserve and shame. Plain, ol’ me who covers her hair and sometimes dresses like a granny. He loves me.
Today, Dalton came home for lunch (a rare treat since he normally works shifts later in the day). I was standing over a pot of boiling cabbage wearing a faded apron and dressed in my favorite light green jumper. We had already shared our greeting kiss so when he came back into the kitchen, took my arms and said, “You look so beautiful today all clean and tidy and put together” I couldn’t help but grin. What about my plain appearance could make me beautiful? I’ve far more dressy outfits and am normally tidy in appearance. My hair wasn’t down and a red pimple blotch could be seen.
Whatever the reason it doesn’t really matter.
All that matters is that I am loved by a man who values modesty more than fashion, appreciates godliness more than gaudiness and cherishes uniqueness over popular opinion every time.
And that is why I laugh, smile and blush.
I hope you have that too.