Questions for God about my Husband
“So this is him, huh?” I asked God while gazing up at my husband’s sweet, sleeping face.
Nestled warm in the crook of his armpit, my chin on his chest.
“Yep. What do you think?”
I hesitated. “He’s not what I imagined.”
“I know,” he replied, smirking.
I followed up. “He’s better.”
“I know.” His smirk getting smirkier.
“I wish I deserved him.”
“I wish you didn’t think that.”
“…I wish that, too.”
We both grew quiet.
My husband stirred.
“How long will we love each other?”
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
I pondered. “I hope it’s forever.”
He smiled again.
“You know, I used to think I’d never have this,” I said, tearing up.
Tears welled up in his eyes too.
“I know.”
I paused to greet the old sadness, then shook it away and gently swept my hand along my husband’s cheek.
Knowing the love I felt, God said, “You know, you have a beautiful heart.”
