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He Believes in Me

Feeling vulnerable, illogical, and a little crazy, I went up to him and asked for prayer and a listening ear. He's my safe place; that place I can go and get all the crazy out and feel like I am going to be okay. He's been by my side for what seems like forever and yet, I still question whether I should let it all hang out worried that I may scare him away. I never do though. He is always there; steady.

My husband believes in me and that's a good feeling. He believes in me even when I don't believe in myself. He let's me go and be and do the things I was created for even if that brings him more work or sacrifice to his life. He dreams bigger dreams for me because he believes I can. He pushes me without me even knowing it. He believes in me so I can believe in myself.

"I have found the one whom my soul loves." Song of Solomon 3:4

In order for me to see and feel how greatly my husband believes in me, I had to allow myself the space to be vulnerable. I had to let down my guard and let him in trusting that he would hold me and my emotions delicately. He brings a fierce strength to my soul and my being. He allows me a safe place to let it all hang out: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I think this is one of the reasons we have a successful marriage. I know that I can lean into my man and he won't let me fall no matter how crazy big the dream or how irrational my emotions become. He is my steady; my calm. He allows me to be exactly who I am but doesn't let me stay there. He lovingly pushes me out of my comfort zones because he knows the better lies on the outside. He also knows that I am capable of getting there even if I need a little push.

It's a good feeling to know someone believes in you, especially someone you love and admire. When I struggle, feel defeated, or like there is no way I can do what lies before me, I know there is someone standing by my side believing in me when I can't believe in myself. I am forever grateful and am reminded that while God has given me the gift of having someone in the physical realm believe in me, He is always there standing by my side and believes in me in ways I can't even fathom. So, when we feel like we can't, know He believes we can.

'"For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."' Jeremiah 29:11

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." Matthew 11:28-29

"He gives power to the weak
and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired,
and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:29-31

"But all who listen to me will live in peace,
untroubled by fear of harm.” Proverbs 1:33

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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