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Posted on Jun 4, 2012 in Wisdom | 9 comments

Always Welcome

Always Welcome

Written May 22, 2012

Last night I woke up at 4:30 a.m.  I very rarely ever wake up in the middle of the night like that, so I got up and got a drink, then crawled back in bed.  Rick was sound asleep on the far side of our enormous king-size bed.  I scooted all the way over to him and cuddled up close.  He was snoring away, but in his sleep he put his arm around me and held on tight.  As I was falling back asleep, I was overwhelmed with the comfort and feeling of welcome I have with him.  Tears sprung to my eyes as I realized – I am always welcome in his arms.  Always.  As he continued to make his funny sleep noises, I thought about how I often wave him away as we’re falling asleep.  I’m hot.  I’m not comfortable.  I need some space.  But it’s never like that with him.  He always welcomes me into his arms.

Part of his ability to welcome me is that he can sleep through just about anything.  I sleep well, but not if I’m too hot, in the wrong position, or crowded.  With him, a big part of it is just who he is.  When we’re arguing, he wants to hug me or hold my hands.  I want about five feet of personal space.  He is a very unusual man.

Knowing I’m always welcome in his arms brings me great peace and a sense of stability I’ve never known.  I may feel out of place, judged, misunderstood, or just plain disliked in other places with other people, but with him I am totally accepted and loved.  I waited a long time for this kind of commitment, for this kind of love.  He was totally worth the wait.

9 Comments

  1. This brings tears to MY eyes! How very blessed you are to have found such an extraordinary love.

  2. I got a little choked up too. I hope to find this kind of love in my own lifetime. 🙂

  3. Great post! As hard as it is, Rick is on the right track. One of the best bits of advice we were given before we got married was to hold hand when you argue. Why? Because it’s very hard to be made at someone you are touching. It works. Unless you say, as I once did, I don’t want to hold your hand, I want to be mad! 😉

    • I find it very difficult to hold hands while we’re arguing. I need SPACE! I literally start to feel like the ground is shifting under my feet. I have a little claustrophobia at times, so that’s what I attribut it to. Rick thinks if he can just get a little closer to me, everything will work out. It doesn’t work for me…

  4. Awe, I love it! You have found a wonderful godly man to share your life with. And likewise, he has found a treasure in you! God is sooo good.

  5. You two sound exactly like us. I like my space, but Jack is always willing to cuddle me even after 46 years of marriage. We’re 2 blessed women!!!!

If we were chatting over a cup of coffee, what would you tell me?

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