I have been married for 11 years, and I just realized something the other day. Two days ago was the first time I have ever really prayed for my husband. How selfish can a person be to withhold such a thing from their beloved?!
My husband has demonstrated his unwavering love for me in so many ways over the years. He, I know for a fact, has prayed for me on countless occasions. He sacrificed so much time with me while I worked full-time and schooled for two degrees. He is doing more of the same even now for another degree. He is here with me on this military adventure, supporting me in long work hours and stressful challenges. He represents our family proudly as an ambassador of Godly love and neighborly-ness (I probably made up this word, but my husband made up the action!). He sacrificed his F150 to get me a minivan…and he will be getting a new F150 soon because only a real man would do such a thing! He is an amazing cook and baker and everyone benefits from that!
He is my best friend on earth. He is my confidant, my partner, my mentor, my sounding board, my inspiration.
I have a lot of time to make up for in prayer for my husband. He makes me laugh, too, and he will likely give me a hard time about this prayer thing, saying sarcastically how great it is to find out like this that I have not prayed for him. To which, I will respond:
Happy Valentines Day from the worst wife ever!
