This past weekend was my annual women's retreat through my church. It was an absolutely awesome weekend. When I got home on Sunday and got to tell my husband all about everything that went on, he actually sat quietly, teared up at one point and very uncharacteristically let me finish my story before responding. When he did, on Sunday evening, and again during a discussion last night, what he had to say has completely floored me....in a good way. Gary is not the most compassionate man, not that men really ever know what to do with a woman and her ever changing emotions. He is a great husband, a wonderful provider, father ect. But I never thought he really saw me. Uh, yeah, I was wrong. He told me things that I didn't realize he even noticed about me, but most surprising of all was he told me that a few times over the years, especially right as we started dating, God told him that I was broken and He needed Gary to take care of me. Now, if he had told me this even last week, I think I would have gotten angry at the very least, I am an independent woman, I need no man to care for me, and broken? pfft! I'm not broken, I'm the most together person ever! NOT! But after the events this past weekend, and how God has been working in my heart for the last year or so, I feel profoundly grateful that not only did God know exactly what I needed but that he sent me a man who would listen to His desire for me and do his best to be what God needed him to be for me. My husband rocks!
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