Forever Beloved

Faith, Love & Truth

Hero

This
lucky girl is married to a hero.

He doesn’t wear a cape or leap from buildings. He’s
an everyday hero in this house. A hard-working, tenderhearted guy. He takes
care of his wife and his littles, putting their wants and needs before his
own. He will completely stop what he is doing to help someone in need. And he
follows God.

Isn’t that the best kind of hero.

I’m not sure he realizes what a complete hero he
is to me, to us. It’s evident to me daily.  So I’m here to let my hero know a few things…

I
need him.  I love knowing my husband will step in and
defend me or protect me in a moment’s notice. He would fight for my honor.
 Inappropriateness, disrespect, ogling…he’ll step in and tend to them
all.  

My
hero.  Sigh.

I lean on him.  I know the world pushes independent women. And
they sure aren’t fond of women that aren’t independent whatsoever. I’m totally
capable of being that woman but I’m so thankful to have a man I can rely on. If
there’s an emergency, I call him. If there’s excitement, I call him. You have
no idea how many spiders he has killed over the years y’all (That alone
qualifies him as being my hero.  This girl doesn’t do spiders). He’s held me while I sobbed over a loss. He’s
fixed leaks. He’s calmed me down when i called him freaking out.  He’s calmed my spirit, telling me everything will be okay.  He’s my rock.

He is a true hero. Loving me quietly.

I’d be lost without him.  I know this sounds a little over-the-top, but it
is true. I would be lost without his loving and protecting arms around me. I
would be lost without his voice telling me it will all be okay. I would be lost
without his body to snuggle me at night.

A great hero.  An everyday hero. 

My hero.


I love you sweet boy.  Happy Valentines Day!


His Truth

Over the past few years I’ve kept my heart open and allowed God to work on it. It’s not always been easy and a lot of times it was ouchy when God would reveal something in me that needed tended to. One thing that God has revealed is really a hard one for me (and so many of us)…how I see myself when I look in the mirror.

Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your commands.
Psalm 119:73

When I would look in the mirror, I would see a girl with a stomach that looked like a road map with scars on top of scars from surgeries. I would see stretch marks from babies.  I would see a nose that was much too big from being broken time after time. I would see skin that is discolored. I could go on and on naming every single flaw I had.

Have you been there? I think we all have.

I knew that God loved me. I knew I was created in His image. So what in the world is my problem? He quickly revealed it. I was listening to the worlds version of beauty instead of His.  I was allowing the voice of the world to drown out His truth.  As I allowed Him to wipe away the shame, embarrassment and unworthiness He soon replaced them with beauty, self-worth and pride.

He replaced every lie the world had whispered to me and replaced it with His truth.

We are all made in Gods image. Every single one of us. Do you know what that means? I am beautiful, so are YOU, because we are daughters of the King and we were made in His image. Take a moment and let that sink in. Embrace it. Tuck it away securely in your heart. You are perfectly perfect and what He wants you to be.

Our Father, the one who loves us the absolute most, holds us in His hands. We are His and He is ours. We can walk through this world with heads and hearts held high as daughters of the King. Daughters who are messy and broken. With Him, we are transformed into beautiful simply because we are His.  True beauty is found on the inside.  When we allow Him to guide us, mold us, to cleanse our hearts of anything that doesn’t please Him…when we do all that, it’s reflected on the outside. He loves me in spite of my scars, booty, nose, bags under my eyes and droopy eyelids. His love is always, always forever there…accepting us exactly for who we are.

My Fairytale

I love love

Always have, always will…

I love every single thing about loving and being loved…from the romance to the comfort and support a spouse offers. I love waking up beside him each morning and laying down beside him each night. I love that he is my best friend and knows me inside and out. I love when we can share a look or a word that no one else would understand but WE know what it means. I love how he can make me laugh more than anyone else. And I have to admit, I totally still write him love notes and hide them for him to find.

I just can’t help how much I adore love. Chick flicks, happily ever after’s, princes + princesses and incredible love stories where the guy swoops in, rescues the girl and they ride off into the sunset.

If we were honest, we all crave a fairytale and a happy ending don’t we? Think back to when you were a little girl watching sleeping beauty or snow white, weren’t there days after that where YOU pretended you were the princess? From that time on, we’ve all dreamed of having that fairytale romance. We dreamed of being the perfect princess and having the perfect prince to complete our perfect, happy story. I think God created us girls with a tender place in our hearts for that kind of love.

The problem isn’t wanting a fairytale romance but trying to compare your marriage and your spouse to those whirlwind romances in the movies.  How many times I’ve tried to step in for the Holy Spirit and “fix” my husband.  You know, because clearly I knew what needed fixing better than God.  I mean, I live with the man daily.  So many times I’ve been guilty of that myself, and I simply set myself up for disappointment and failure.  So many times I’ve been guilty of my heart motivations being far from where God intends.

Over the past few years God has softened and shaped my heart. He has shown me that I need to receive His love first so I can truly love my husband without unreal expectations. God has truly transformed our marriage. No matter what the situation, or what mess it may hold, he’s still my hero and I’m still his girl.

I am so thankful our love story has so many chapters left to be written in it.  As your love story is written by the author of love, you might just be surprised at the romance you find.    And just how much your husband does in fact resemble prince charming. I adore the beautiful God-scripted love story I have.