I love this man so much. When I agreed to do life with him, it's a decision I've never regretted, nor will I. That being said, he's not "my everything."
Are you shocked?
I scroll through social media and see people posting about how their guy is "my rock," "my life," and "my everything." And I cringe. It's not that they aren't being sweet. I just think that's a good way to be let down.
What do I mean by that?
Well, when I think of those terms, I think of one entity. And that's God. God is my rock, my life, and my everything.
Don't roll your eyes at me. I know those people don't mean to insinuate that their husbands are greater than God in their life--at least, I hope not.
But think about it. When we say things like that, we start believing it, too. And when we choose our husband as our rock--a.k.a. where we have our anchor to keep us from drifting during storms--eventually, he's not going to be strong enough to handle such a momentous task. Because he's human, too. And we need to make sure our rock is something big enough and strong enough that it won't move, no matter what. God's the only one who can fit that bill.
So, what do we say then? I won't go spouting about soul mates, because that's a whole other pet peeve of mine, but there are tons of endearments and sweet things we can say about our spouses to let them know how much they means to us. He's my partner in life. My other half. My best friend. The one who always makes me laugh. The one who puts up with all my whims and "what ifs." The one helping me get to Heaven.
He's my number two. Because I made God number one years and years ago. And my husband wouldn't want it any other way.
Have you ever thought about that before? Have you ever stopped and reconsidered some of the popular sayings out there used to describe a significant other? Any I missed?
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