Love

She had a horrible car accident and broke both of her arms.  He took care of her. He combed her hair.  He flossed her teeth.  

 

His wife was sentenced to life in prison after killing a young boy due to her personality disorder.  He drove two hours two ways everyday until she died to see her.

 

She had her whole enitre arm and side eaten by flesh eating bacteria.  He stayed.

 

She is getting the lawn seats for him.  She hasn't heard of the band.

 

He made her patio furniture, by hand.

 

He has cancer.  He still praises God, in every way, shape and form.  They love intentionally, and more unselfishly that I have ever seen.

 

He married a prostitute because he loved her.  She left him again and again.  He still loves her, still chased her to the Valley of Trouble and there it becomes the Door of Hope.

 

He took away the idols.  He pulled back the curtain to show that there are only illusions.  He graciously smashed idols that rob us.   He woos us back from desolate places.

 

I am just beginning to understand.  I have known.  But now I see.

 

He did the dishes last night.  They were all mine.