Tonight we decided to go home and cook dinner after the gym, a departure from our usual dinner out on weeknights. We opened the windows and the back door to the screened porch and I turned on the Ryan Adams channel on Pandora. Soon, a storm blew in out of nowhere and the wind rushing through our kitchen felt cool and wet, like standing near the base of a waterfall. Every night, without fail, Ben asks me to tell him the things I’m worried about. To make a list.
So I sat at my stool near the window, beside him cooking my little steak and burgers for him, and I made my list. He walks me through the lists every night, showing me how it looks from his side of it. He has a way of bringing a kindness to everything, of using his ministerial heart to explain things to me when they seem intimidating. He takes the sharp edges away and makes me see, there’s nothing to worry about.
God knew exactly what he was doing when he put us together. And I’m so thankful for that.