The Most Blessed Woman in the World

That’s me

I almost titled this post “The Luckiest Woman in the World” but I don’t believe in luck. I am the most blessed woman in the world. I have the best husband a girl could ask for. He called this morning just to tell me that he loves me and said a prayer — thanking God for bringing us together. He said some other things that I can’t really remember, but I was grinnin’ from ear to ear and blushing when I got off the phone with him.

When I listen to him, he reins me in. Like last night when I really wanted to volunteer to lead a possible ministry at our church, he calmly says — we’d “participate” in it — which cued me that I (or we) shouldn’t lead it. I know he’s right (99% of the time — see I do listen!). If I were to concentrate on the things I have already decided I need to be doing, then I wouldn’t have time for anything else.

He’s so patient with me. I’m so thankful God saw fit to bring us together! He patiently has the same conversations with me month after month, week after week. He says sometimes he feels like we go in circles, and that much I know is true. But for some reason, my memory is horrible so I need gentle reminders here and there. Like when I say I’m going to help paint at a church, he gently says “did you tell them you need to paint the well house…and the kitchen…and…” I’m listening. Really I am And I am the most blessed woman in the world to be married to God’s perfect gift to me.