The other morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was being a total grumpster for no reason. I showered then went to grab my favorite Trader Joe's pop tarts and be on my way to work. Well it just so happened that my husband had eaten the last packet of pop tarts, which infuriated me. He knows I only eat a few select things for breakfast on school days...why would he eat MY poptarts? (Told you I was being a grumpster) So out comes my inner princess and I start to stomp around and pout to show him that I was not happy with his decision. #imaroundkidstoomuch My husband should have just slapped me and said they are OUR pop tarts not yours, but God bless his heart, he didn't. Instead he insisted on making me a granola yogurt concoction to-go. I didn't DESERVE his kindness or compassion. I was being selfish, I was choosing to make something so small a big deal yet he chose to love me unconditionally and actually return my extreme moodiness with kindness. What?!
That is what love ought to be...loving each other despite our flaws and going out of our way to make others feel special even when they absolutely do not deserve it. That is how Christ loves us and how I want to love others. Thanks sweet husband for showing me love in the smallest of ways each day.
Ought To Be-Audrey Assad
"I love you more than a slow falling summer rain
Or in the silence that only the snow leaves behind
I love you more
And I love you better than the gray of the autumn air
Better than the spring in it's blooming against the sky
I love you more
It may not be red as a rose is yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees
But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
Your love is steady and sure as a mountain's high
Moving my heart like a river that gently bends
Your love is sure
Your love is wide open spaces where I can run
And yet we're tangled up roots in the warm broken earth
Yeah our love is sure
And it may not be clear as a morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea
But love given freely becomes what it ought to be
And it may not be clear as a morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea
And it may not be red as a rose is yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees
But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to and
Hearts given freely become what they ought to and
Love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
Or in the silence that only the snow leaves behind
I love you more
And I love you better than the gray of the autumn air
Better than the spring in it's blooming against the sky
I love you more
It may not be red as a rose is yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees
But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
Your love is steady and sure as a mountain's high
Moving my heart like a river that gently bends
Your love is sure
Your love is wide open spaces where I can run
And yet we're tangled up roots in the warm broken earth
Yeah our love is sure
And it may not be clear as a morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea
But love given freely becomes what it ought to be
And it may not be clear as a morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea
And it may not be red as a rose is yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees
But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to and
Hearts given freely become what they ought to and
Love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
What it ought to be"