I Got You, Babe

Do you ever get that feeling like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop? Like life just seems too good?

I find myself asking God, "Why?" a lot.

"Why did I get this promotion, God?"

"Why did you give us such a better house than we thought to ask for?"

"Why are you so good to us, God?"

It seems silly, I know.

Just count your blessings and shut up, amiright?

Every morning (sometimes evening, if we run out of time), Rocky and I do a couples devotion before the boys wake up. They carry a theme through for a week and at the end of each daily devotion they pose a question that you're both supposed to answer. Questions like, "How will you actively show your spouse grace today?" and "In what way can you use exhortation to encourage your spouse today?" They're basic questions that sometimes leave us rolling our eyes or staring at each other like "dumb pigeons," (as Jen Hatmaker would say.)

The other night, Rocky asked, "Are we just totally in denial about our marriage or is it really as good as we think it is?"

Let me tell you, friends. We tried really hard to think of something, anything! that we could work on, grow in, ask forgiveness for. It isn't often we can think of something. (Disclaimer: We know what our issues, annoyances, struggles are. We're not blind or ignorant. But major stuff? We draw a big, fat blank.)

It got me thinking...Is it really that good? Is our marriage really that charmed? Are we as in love as it feels we are?

I would have to answer with a resounding YES!

I'm no dumb dumb.

Rocky and I had both been in some crummy, hurtful, toxic relationships before we met each other. We both know what it's like to find ourselves in a heap of defeat and despair on the floor due to having our hearts broken. We've also broken hearts.

The reality is that although we're not perfect (Thank you, Jesus, that we don't have to be perfect!), we are so meant for each other. We fit. We go together. We're one flesh.

And just like that all the questions, all the wondering about our potential delusion, all the waiting in expectation for things to get real....it all fades away.

He is my man.

I am his woman.

We are so blissfully, stupidly, crazily in love that sometimes it surprises me. That something can be that good, that right.

And then I think about Jesus.

And I think that Rocky is the closest I will see to Him this side of Heaven.

And that makes the waiting a little bit easier.