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I married a human man. If anyone wonders what that really means it means, cranky, sometimes insensitive, stubborn, often having more skull than brain…
Men can be stubborn, did anyone else notice? Maybe it’s just me.
Anyway, the man managed to stretch my charitablity skills this morning. When I got in my car the light refracted off this purple pumpkin and just filled my car with sparkles. The Holy Spirit, He sparkles, something I have a heck of a time trying to explain to people, but His presence is always proceeded by sparkles, crackle, glitter. It’s a very girly perception, I realize this. I imagine if I were a crow, He’d just throw some shiny coins on the ground and be done with it. I however, am not a crow, I am a girl, so…glitter. Energy. Light. Sparkles.
I felt His presence immediately, but muttered all the way to the store, still furious, still annoyed. When I got there, Judge Judy just slid out of the magazine rack, half a dozen of her across the floor, with the words, “life without my husband.” Amen, I was thinking, having some sudden Judge Judy envy, but than I thought, what are the odds of that particular magazine, with those particular words, falling off the rack right in front of me? That’s astronomical. I couldn’t even begin to calculate them.
So I stopped and said thank you Lord, thank you for hearing me, thank you for the sparkles in my car, and thank you for your humor, for those magazine words placed right before me. I do believe in tiny, personal miracles, I do see your hand on me. I feel your presence here.
It didn’t stop there however, as I was buying the biggest, fanciest, most expensive cup of coffee possible, definitely a revenge drink, my phone rang. “Who is this?” he says and I recognize hubby right away, but he claims he did not call me. He claims he was just sitting on his phone when it started ringing. Yes, the man actually butt dialed me.
“Well, I love you,” he says and hangs up.
He does, I believe him, but he doesn’t know the Lord like I do, something that saddens me, because it is not something I can give him. Like a lot of men, and women too I suppose, we are often our own worst enemies, unable to see the things laid out right before us. If we really understood the depth of love our heavenly Father has for us, we’d reflect that out in the world a lot more than we do.
Julie (aka Cookie) said:
Oh you could have written this about me—thank you for the warm smile now reaching across my face….
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MJThompson said:
A ’father’s love’ – from the father’s perspective, is indeed the SAME towards ALL his children. Yet, from a son’s experience, it is not as warm and fuzzy as that lavished upon his daughters. We men love the Lord in a way quite differently than our fairer counterparts. Mucho macho, we see Christ as the strongest, most enduring example of humanity, too often forgetting His divinity. We relate to Him more as a loyal comrade than a lover; or ‘commando-in-chief’ in this war against our depravity. He is the epitome of excellence and our everlasting hero, we pledge our absolute allegiance to Him.
I know there is a vast difference between the ‘phileo’ (GK) love, the ‘brotherly love’ we ought to have for one another, and the ‘agape’ (GK) love whereby we are loved by God – and when rightly appropriated we reciprocate to Him. But I also know from experience that my wife enjoys a more amorous relationship with Him. Call it sexist or spiritual immaturity, men THINK where women FEEL.
That contradiction stems from our ‘hard-wiring’. Never-the-less, when God is finally allowed to penetrate Mucho macho, we become needy toddlers that melt in the Father’s arms and, if only for a fleeting moment, we FEEL loved and love.
“Well, I love you,” he says and hangs up.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Lol! Well said. Love does look a bit different for sons and daughters, doesn’t it? That’s a good thing, a deliberate design even. The world needs that balance and harmony.
Also God meets us right where we’re at. I love that.:-)
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MJThompson said:
Two sides of the SAME ‘coin’ – created male and female – ‘mankind’ = BOTH. Indeed a glorious divine deliberate design. I am so saddened by those who do not fully comprehend the wondrous invitation to participate in the gift of procreation through righteous sexuality. As the ‘two become one flesh’, a new life is added to mankind. To me – THAT is the ‘soul’ at the center of every argument of the pro-life movement, marriage, and God’s restrictions on immorality. He wants the BEST for us; while we allow ourselves to be deceived into accepting so much less.
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chosenrebel said:
My wife could have written your first paragraph numerous times in our 31 years together. Wouldn’t trade her for the world and glad she wouldn’t trade undeserving me.
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Lilka Raphael said:
Loved this, can most definitely relate. Twenty-five years and counting. Thanks for the laugh and reminder that my imperfect husband is perfect for me.
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Pastor Randy said:
Your perception–wow! Yes, God has miracles for us individually every day–thank you for sharing your Glory Sightings and especially for being perceptive enough to recognize the handiwork of our Loving Father!
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seeingdeep1 said:
Love this. So real and yet spiced with humor. Thanks for sharing. May God bless your marriage! We all have to battle those flesh moments, but grateful for them, too! 🙂
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atimetoshare.me said:
Great post, IB. I have moments like this as well and the only cure is a good sense of humor.
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ColorStorm said:
The ‘revenge drink’ can only taste good when sweetened with grace! lol
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