To say things with a label and a finality is my way. Even to label a blog post gives me some satisfaction, as if I can begin to understand even my own writing. I know that this is a flaw, not a blessing. I also know that God has this wonderful ability to turn flaws into blessings, so I will just have to see what comes of this-of me.

I have found that this blog has become a place where I just complain. So I will share something beautiful, just to round that off.

Sunday was Easter. Andrew and I (and his brother Nathan, because he is basically our child and we take him with us everywhere...), went to Imago for the first time in over a year. It felt like home again. Tomorrow we are going to start going to a small group/house church with Imago that is only FIVE minutes from our house! I am EXTREMELY excited and look forward to the opportunity to grow that God has provided us.

During the service everyone was given a piece of paper that we were to write on along the lines of "I know that He is risen because"...

My response:"I know that He is risen because"... of His love for me. The fact that He loves me in spite of all of my sin and flaws. That He loves me so much He gave me my husband. To say the right things, to hold me when I'm hurting, to kiss away my tears, to listen even when he's angry. That I know that my husband is not so amazing, but that God loves me so much He sent my husband as a physical representation of His love when I am hurting. I know He is risen because He loves me.

Andrew's response: "I know that He is risen because"...of the fact that I can love my wife in the way that He commands. When I am weak and cannot find the words or the things to do, He carries me through and showers His love upon her. That he heals her when she is broken and holds us both.

Andrew is a man of less words than I, but I thought that it was basically just plain beautiful. Wanted to share. Also-we didn't peek. It was completely unintentional, and I wouldn't even have known if Andrew hadn't spilled the beans while we were praying. I adore my husband-really.

Which is kind of a big deal because we have been fighting all week, like screaming, room leaving, "FUCK YOU"(I said it, not him-of course, name-calling is the top 3 biggest no no's of all when it comes to marital arguments), doing man-stuff in the garage to get away from me, fighting.

Then last night after we came home, after fighting in the car, we finally broke through the walls we had both built and found the root of the problem. Talked it through, and hugged it out(like men).

Then I did a stripper dance and he really liked it and we reaped the benefits of being husband and wife.

Yay for Jesus and His love and His gifts and His ability to find the light in the darkness, and then point huge flashing neon signs at it for blind people like me.