Lightly scented dryer sheets.
The faint residue of fresh linen laundry detergent.
A bit of static.
A few fuzzy pieces of annoying lint.
I sorted out his clothes ; work shirts, casual shirts, socks.
As I I began to fold his boxers a tear trickled down my face.
While I was sorting and pulling lint off of clothes it hit me.
I love this man.
I love him down to the fabric of his clothes.
I know him better than I thought I did.
I know the scent of his skin.
I know the smirk of his grin.
I know when his eyes are hiding words he can’t find the strength to utter.
I know when his heart has been swept by the love of the Holy Spirit.
I know his touch.
I know his kiss.
I know this man, and I know the God who made him.
As I was folding my husband’s boxers today; I prayed for him.
I prayed so hard I could barely catch my breath.
I prayed until I felt faint.
I prayed until it hurt.
I prayed until I felt God heard me.
I prayed until I could see him through the eyes of Jesus.
And as I place his shirts , boxers, and socks neatly in a drawer and prepare to go to work, I count it an honor to call him mine.
today God revealed His love by revealing my husband to me ….through the eyes of Jesus.