Not to sound cliche but life is really so beautifully sweet right now. Brit and I are growing closer every day and I love discovering more of his heart. Simply being the one person who truly gets to see what his heart beats and breaks for. To be on the receiving end of his indescribable love over my heart and life. All of this floors me. I wake up in the morning to his embrace, I stare in wonder as he smiles and laughs at life around us. I hug him in hopes that he'll never let go, finding myself incredible grateful for being the one he chooses to love every day. Every day I am more and more amazed by his heart for the Lord and how it shows through to high schoolers and to me. He fights for kids to be real with themselves and real with their Creator. He doesn't settle no matter how bitter, confused or apathetic they are. He desperately desires to see kids be free of pain and bondage. He runs to the battle field crying out for FREEDOM for kids.
This past week at camp I couldn't help but cry watching Brit love on guys. This one guy in particular. Brit had met him once previous to camp and this week Brit was determined to see that this guy heard and KNEW he was loved, known and SEEN by God. This guy is one tough cookie and opened up maybe twice the entire week. Comments "I'm mad at God because I don't know why I'm not happy" and "I feel worthless to every one" penetrated Brit and my hearts as we wrestled with God for this kid to know truth.
One night after hearing the entire Gospel, Brit had had enough of this guy's silence and apathy. He chased him down and asked him hard questions. As I watched this conversation take place I saw the tears stream down his face. This guy is hurting and Brit was willing to hear him. He broke for a minute. He opened up and shared his hurt and hardship but quickly slipped back into the numbness of life.
As hard as it is to watch kids deny and resist the truth of the Gospel we do not lose hope. We believe the truth of God's word in that His word does not turn void, His promises are true, His battle is real.
After this week with my husband at camp, my favorite place on earth, the place I once worked as a 16 yr old praying for and wishing to return there with my husband — my dream came true. I found myself so beyond blessed to call this man my own, my companion, my love. To know that he will fight for me that way, that he will go to great lengths for me to believe truth and live in freedom.
I wake up every morning so grateful, even when I'm grumpy and treat him badly. I love him more then words. Every day my love grows more. Life is sweet because we have each other. I've never been more excited about sharing my heart and life.
Thank you, my love.
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