This month marks 21 years. November 1992. That’s when my family moved to a new town, and I met the boy who would become my husband.
Mark and I have been married for 16 years, and while he possesses many wonderful traits such as loyalty and determination, there is one that I treasure above all.
My husband is one of the most grace-giving people I’ve ever known.
He covered me with grace at a time when he certainly would’ve been justified in withholding it. It was in that moment that I first realized God’s love for me is not dependent on my actions.
Over the years, he’s been gracious enough to refrain from dragging up the past. He doesn’t recount my careless actions, nor the thoughtless, hurtful words I’ve spoken during arguments.
He’s quick to give second chances {often, more} to people. He looks beyond actions, and wants to understand the heart and intentions behind them.
I’m thankful for this man who didn’t have to study grace to give it. His love simply fuels his ability to give grace. After 21 years, I’m still learning from him what love and grace look like.
that is sweet. You are a very cute couple.