I began pondering the love of my husband.
His grace toward me.
His complete and utter acceptance.
I had realized that before and been blown away at various points in time. But I started to think about it again.
I sinned toward him. A lot. I have snapped at him, thrown jabs and barbs at him, and been selfish. Countless times. Over and over.
And yet….he never got mad at me. In our three years of marriage, I can think of only a few times that he has ever raised his voice. And even then it was mild. He did not jab back. He did not find those little moments to insert a harsh comment. He didn’t snap.
And when I came to him and asked forgiveness? He gave it. Every time. Every single time.
He told me he loved me. He told me that nothing I did would ever change that. I couldn’t hurt him so badly that he would give up on me or want a break from me.
Is this the love of God?
Is this what it is like?
And more. If my husband can love me so powerfully….so unconditionally….God’s love is just that much greater. God is love. He is the epitome of love. He is love in perfection.
I held onto this truth and filed it away in my heart.