Last Sunday, I had the opportunity ... the privilege ... of singing "Come and make my heart Your home," an absolutely gorgeous piece of worship music by Christy Nokels. I lived with that song for weeks preparing it. I listened to it everywhere I went, and I sang it in my head over and over and over at work, at home, at night, in the morning. It is now virtually part of my DNA.
When I came across this collection of posts shared by Christian women from all walks of life leading up to Valentines Day, I pondered that song again, this time with my husband in mind (I'm sure God will understand).
"Come and make my heart your home, come and be everything I am and all I know..."
I married a builder. I married a man who creates homes for people. Walls to keep them safe. Roofs to protect them. Carpets, hot water, fireplaces to comfort them. Doors for them to open to the world or close to keep the darkeness at bay.
He built our family a home, too. We've raised three amazing children there. We've gathered in its rooms and laughed, fought, cried and loved. We've held tight there and now we are letting to there, too, as they begin to leave for their own journeys.
Over all those years, he was building something else, too. He was building a home for himself in my heart. His quiet, determined faith has been a foundation for me (I am anything but quiet and I am always filled with questions). His absoulute confidence in me has been like four strong walls holding me up when I thought I couldn't take one more thing. His humor has been my comfort (sometimes an aggravation when I wanted to stay mad so desperatly). His assurance that no matter what tomorrow brings, we can handle it has been the roof that has protected me when the storms raged.
When I look at my husband I see a man who is so much a part of my heart.
Over the past two-plus decades, he has built a home in my heart that is as strong and safe and beautiful, and in doing so, he has become part of my DNA. What greater gift could he have given me?
The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman ...’