husband

I have to take this week to publicly praise my husband, Jonathan - my first ministry.

Jonathan, thank you for being a hero to me. Thank you for working hard to provide for us, and to make broken things heal. Thank you for letting me cry, and never despising my tears.

Thank you for consistently choosing to be on the same team with me, especially when I treat you like we're not.

This Saturday is Valentine's Day. Although I traditionally loathe the day because of its dubious commercial connections to rose, heart-shaped box, greeting card and chocolate companies, I do appreciate the dedicated time to romantic love.

I figure that if God can dedicate a heart-pounding book of the bible to sing the ultimate of songs (Song of Solomon), it's surely okay for us to have a love holiday.

But love holidays were always angsty and tormented for me, especially while I was in seminary. Ugh.