A Power Greater than My Husband

Lying in bed with my arm draped over my husband, a thought came to me. He is just a man, a person with insecurities and doubts. He isn’t a big, strong all-knowing being. He is like me, at times weak and fearful. How did I not know that? Why did I expect more of him than I did of myself?  

         It made me feel safe to see him as strong, confident, perfect.  I wanted to believe in a power greater than myself and I gave that power to my husband. He wanted to believe it too. We grew into our roles of reliance on his power, boxing Joe into a place where he couldn’t admit his fears and weaknesses. He tried to appear strong and in his weakness, he fell.

I am grateful my husband no longer pretends to be more than he is. He shares his fears and uncertainties, trusting me to love him anyway. We are called to love people, not idolize them.

 I still believe in a power greater than myself but now I know his name is God. He will keep me safe.