I told her it has taken six years, but finally, my stubborn heart has learned what it means to respect my husband.
As my income has been stripped and my ability to make and do have been severely impacted, I’ve been forced to come to John in submission. I’ve asked for his help. I’ve had to lean on him in more ways than ever before.
And he has met my surrender with an insane amount of grace.
Turns out he had been waiting on me. He had been waiting on me to get off my high horse and let him lead.
And lead he has. In a season where I am darn near close to drowning on most days, John is thriving.
I’ve never seen him so strong.
He has testified to my heart over and over again that he can be trusted. He will not abuse my weakness and he will not pressure me to get back out there and produce.
No, instead he has said: Just rest. Just heal. Just breath. I’ve got you. I’ve got us. I am going to lead you out of this season. I am going to lead us.
And as a result, my heart, has been overwhelmed with admiration for John’s response to my shortcomings. I’ve fallen more in love with him. But more than anything, I’ve learned what true respect in marriage looks like.
