A Note

A friend recently urged me to start praying for my husband, and for some reason or other her words stuck with me. Mostly I pray for your relationship with the Lord, that it would be a dynamic and beautiful reality. That it would convict you, humble you, spark a flame in you. That your outlook on life would be missional and constantly centered on bringing glory to the King. That in moments of failure, all things would fall away but the cross and the covering of grace that is upon you.

I pray that you would be gentle and caring and kind to the people around you. And that you would take me with all of my moods and provide a space where I feel taken care of. Where I feel safe. That you would empathize with me the dark pieces of my past and that you would attempt to understand how I at times project my broken relationship with my father unto other relationships. I pray that you would reflect the faithfulness of Christ in our relationship.

Maybe this is a stretch but I also pray that your family would know and love the Lord. Perhaps the biggest prayer that I carry in my heart is that you would love my mom like you are her own son, without any urging on my part. That you would enjoy her presence as much as I do, and that you would see her as the extraordinary woman that she is. I pray that our marriage would not be hoarded and limited to just us, but that it would naturally embrace both our families, both physical and spiritual.

I pray that this transitional time would be one in which you are being equipped and that you would take great delight in living each day with the Lord. I pray that the inevitable discovery of oneself would be done alongside Christ. 

I don't think these prayers are random; indeed, I get the sense that our paths will soon cross. Until then, shalom, dear one.