Trust
She shook her head violently and waved her hands before her tear-blinded eyes. Most of the time she could predict or at least understand her husband’s choices. When she was angry, it was usually because somewhere deep inside her, though she didn’t like the decision, she guessed he was right.
This moment was so different. Without warning, her husband had given her news that seemed utterly senseless, and hurtful. She was pained deeply for a presently inexplicable reason. But the tears had to go away. He had to stop talking, and she had to see him.
One look. The pain didn’t go away. It increased as more and more she realized he had known what the cost would be to her. Yet somehow also contained in his eyes was the truth that he still loved her. She had to acknowledge that in some unthinkable way he not only had the right, but also the responsibility to do this to her.
The tears returned. All she could try to resist them was useless. But she bowed her head and would have clung to him still if he had not stepped away. He instead put his two strong hands on her shoulders. Directing her outside, he made her face the day. He didn’t leave, though he wouldn’t wipe her tears away. She had to let the harsh wind blow the moisture from her face.
Why didn’t she leave? How could he have the right to make her so miserable – willfully? She loved him. That was enough. He could ask anything before God, and she would follow. In humble trust, she would agree. Trust doesn’t have to, often cannot, understand. But real love continues anyway.
To God be all glory.
This moment was so different. Without warning, her husband had given her news that seemed utterly senseless, and hurtful. She was pained deeply for a presently inexplicable reason. But the tears had to go away. He had to stop talking, and she had to see him.
One look. The pain didn’t go away. It increased as more and more she realized he had known what the cost would be to her. Yet somehow also contained in his eyes was the truth that he still loved her. She had to acknowledge that in some unthinkable way he not only had the right, but also the responsibility to do this to her.
The tears returned. All she could try to resist them was useless. But she bowed her head and would have clung to him still if he had not stepped away. He instead put his two strong hands on her shoulders. Directing her outside, he made her face the day. He didn’t leave, though he wouldn’t wipe her tears away. She had to let the harsh wind blow the moisture from her face.
Why didn’t she leave? How could he have the right to make her so miserable – willfully? She loved him. That was enough. He could ask anything before God, and she would follow. In humble trust, she would agree. Trust doesn’t have to, often cannot, understand. But real love continues anyway.
To God be all glory.
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