The power of a praying husband…

My dear, sweet Aaron

We don’t have very many formal pictures.  We just aren’t formal people.  We’re goofy and we run, so I guess that makes us certifiably nuts.

And I love that.

Life for us in this current season has been quite a ride.  And I found myself overwhelmed today… in a good way.

Yesterday, you asked me if we could pray together, and I couldn’t say yes fast enough.  We so often pray individually, yet haven’t found a pattern in that together.  And you asked me if I wanted to go first, and I said, “oh no”.  I had this immediate feeling that what you said would cover it all, and then some.  And the words you spoke… left my closed eyes damp the entire time.

Such humility, such raw honesty, such deep care and connection, such eloquence in your speed and rate of delivery.  And I have never been so proud to be Mrs. Conrad.

You are seeking.  Seeking His plan, not only for yourself, but our family.  You are searching, not only your own soul, but your heart as well in weighing the sacrifices to come.

You have peace, depth like I’ve never seen before.  And it radiates throughout our home, and into your actions.  When I returned from my run this evening, I rounded the corner and saw you, laying on your belly, deeply entrenched in a concentrated game of Trouble with the kiddos… and my heart melted.

You have joy.  Joy in sheer possibilities of the next “career” ahead.  Joy in the celebration of relationships brought to light through “random” calls and appointments.  Joy in actual household chores, child-carpooling activities, and meal planning.  Joy in sharing in heart-felt conversation with me throughout the day.  Our text messages alone could write a marvelous book.  I find myself losing track of time, getting lost in conversations, entranced with that rise in spirit and passion as words build.

And I marvel at the process.  We haven’t always enjoyed marital bliss.  The refinement process, the burning off of selfishness brings with it some pains.  Yet, as we’ve learning through running, not all pain is bad.  In fact, most is temporary, and the gain is beyond what we could ever ask for or imagine.

Thank you Aaron, for choosing to run this road with me.  Thank you for the way you make me laugh.  Thank you for all the ways in which you love.  Thank you for the ways in which you lead.  But most importantly, thank you for the ways in which you seek and listen to your Savior.  I will follow you wherever the Lord leads, for where you are, there my heart will be.

  1 Corinthians 13: 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails.

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7 thoughts on “The power of a praying husband…

  1. No way do I deserve this. Thank you for never giving up, always believing and being my biggest fan. I could write this same post about you and every word of it would be true.

  2. That is an incredible story. Even though your husband can speak the word he thinks fleuntly, you can put your thought in writtings that make the person reading it feel your emotion. Thank you for sharing your experiences. I would love to some day forbyou to meet my wife and family. I am looking forward to your next blog.

    • I appreciate your heart felt comments Chuck. It’s been a joy to share, even an opportunity to process thoughts and feelings while I’m thinking them, before I forget. There is so much refinement happening in lives that it should be celebrated. Hope you enjoy a wonderful day!

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