What brings you comfort? I'm not talking about a temporary comfort like food, or drink or watching a movie (or chocolate!). I am talking about true comfort.
When I was visiting my parents I noticed my dad's hands. They look like my papaws hands that I remember as I was growing up. To me, my dad's hands represent so many things.
They represent strength, that has carried me when I was sick. Hands that gave me comfort when I was scared. Hands that love, that was shown to others in need. Hands that has strength that can build things but tender to care for a child. Hands that teach, and hands that can discipline as well.
I have so many memories of all of these of what they do in my life.
We have shared time together on mission in Honduras and I have seen his love and strength with building houses and churches.
I have be on the receiving end of the discipline, with my last spanky butt at age 16!
They have taught me how to drive, (I think I aged him 10 yrs), how to change a tire (which I don't remember how to anymore!), how to balance a checkbook and how to love. Dad and mom have shown me what a true, loving marriage looks like.
He also taught me how to BE loved. Robby's hands demonstrate this to me everyday,
His hands represent love and strength of our family and life. I pray that our children see this when they see his hands. He is so understanding and celebrates with me in the good times and holds me in listens when I am having a bad day. I have been having a lot of those lately and he doesn't ever tell me he is tired of me. He listens and helps me through it.
My heart is full. I am who I am today because of these men.
1 Corinthians 13:4-5: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs."
Ephesians 4:32: "Be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you."
Love to all,
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