Home is Where You Go….To See Yourself Reflected in the Eyes of Your Husband

Home is Where You Go….

                        To See Yourself Reflected in the Eyes of Your Husband…

I haven’t written much about my husband, Ian, and there are many reasons for that…but,

It is time…

Ian gave me the plaque below which he made (obviously, by hand) after we married.  He gave it to me so that every day, I would have in black and white what he sees when he looks at me.

He knows that I love words..

He knows that I believe you are what you read..

He knows the power the words on those you love…what you call them, how you describe them, how you view them changes how they view themselves.

I hang it in my bathroom so that it is one of the first things I see each morning when I awaken..

My morning goes like this…Ian awakens..showers…dresses…comes to pray, hug me and then kiss me good day as he leaves for work.

I get up, go to brush my teeth and see his words…

How HE views me…

What he thinks of my heart…my spirit…my soul.

Words like

 Precious….Mommy…Compassionate…Considerate…Expressive…Priceless…

They melt my heart..

They fill my heart with joy.

Mother, Valuable, Daughter, Friend, Good, Pure…

They draw sweet tears of humility.

God’s….

Ian’s reminder to me of exactly whose I am so that I never have to doubt.

God’s.

God’s child.  God’s Girl.  God’s woman.

This plaque touches my heart in a very real and authentic way because it has renewed my view of myself.

As has Ian.

For many many years, these were not words I heard when being described.  In fact, the opposite…

So, this gift from him has much more worth than a mere plaque with words on it.

It is how my husband sees me…views me…knows me.

THAT is a powerful gift.

What I love about Ian is that he tells me that while the words were placed on a plaque by Him…they come from God…my creator, my redeemer….my Savior.

He was merely the vessel used to remind me how valuable I was to My Heavenly Father…

And, to him.

It’s not that I didn’t know God loves me and sees me as His…it is that that knowing was buried….as life will sometimes do…

Like a treasure, Ian dug for and found exactly what I needed to remind me of who I really am…daily…sweetly….lovingly.

And, for that, I will be eternally grateful.

I would add one more to this list..

Grateful.

ILYFAOD

Blessings,

~Lesa