It really does concern who you are going to marry.
For the females who aren’t sure about their present relationship, let me say it showier.
“Somehow, he makes me feel nerves… His texts are the sweetest. He arranges romantic evenings for dates. Everything is paid for by him. At work, he wonders me with flowers.
Indeed, those are lovely. They have their place in a healthy commitment and feel magical. But what about his charm behind the sign?
When no one is looking, who is he? When things go wrong, how does he react? How does his relationship with Jesus look? Does he actually pray? What effects his choices? Do his words make you feel better or worse? How does he interact with his parents, wait staff, and strangers? In what ways does he guide and promote you during difficult times?
Because after four years of marriage, I’ve explored that when your newborn has been crying for hours on end and you’re tired, the flowers on the counter won’t mean much.
Character matters when you’re expressively and physically exhausted, haven’t gone out in days, and your personal cleanliness has suffered in errand of existence.
After a long day, marry the man who comes in the door, picks up the shouting infant, and says, Go get a coffee.” I can do this.
Get wedded to the man who consistently kneels beside the bath each night and offers up heartfelt and focused prayers for your child.
Because Love isn’t always a part of life. It’s not always romantic literature and low lit dinners. It’s disorganised. It wears you out. It is revered.
And it’s the man beside the flowers the one with unwavering faith, servant-hearted leadership, and stable love who will make all the difference when the butterflies fade and authenticity sets in. Who you marry matters. More than you strength think.
