That's not to say that I don't feel the same things as the day we wed. I feel them, maybe more now than ever. They've intensified. They've blossomed. And these words may sound completely cheesy but they're honest and true. And I'm also not saying that I have it figured it out after eighteen years. Not even close.
I do think that God's been working on my heart to get some of the verse above hammered into our daily lives. Especially patience. Oh, people. Don't pray for patience unless you truly mean it. I mean, honestly, the only way to learn patience is to have things to be patient about. It doesn't come about magically though sometimes I wish it would.
Love, true love, reflects God. His character. Love is not a word. It's an action. A choice. Each day I have to make a conscious decision of whether I will be patient, kind, keep no record of wrongs. But, don't get the wrong idea...I don't do this alone. I could never be the kind of wife I want to be on my own. God does that in me. Through me.
God's love never fails. So, when we rely on God to love our spouse through us, that love will never fail either. I am so blessed to have this man. When I get to lay my head on my husband's chest and just be his wife. When he holds me close and tells me how much he loves me even still. I am so thankful, I could cry. Sometimes I do.
So, when you are in the middle of a rough spot or at the top of a mountain...keep your chin up. Love always perseveres.