(From A Holy Experience.)
I ask him at the end of the trail, the end of the weekend, the end of fifteen years. I ask him before we set out again.
We sit under the oaks, green banners flying in the wind. There had been a pause in our passing of words back and forth and it was what I was really wondering, so I’d stepped out into the fear (who knows how’d he answer?) and just released the words, slow and quiet, one at a time.
“How could I be a better wife to you?”
His eyes hold me. Like he knew we were coming to this. This bare, unashamed place. Intimacy is only a possibility when we slip out of small talk and gently peel off a layer of the heart. The leaves wave.
I wait while he gathers thoughts, watch the trees in June blue. The curve of his hand cups mine, a sure warm wrapping.
And then he speaks softly, wind in leaves.
Read what this husband answers here. And may the grace of the covenant be yours today.
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