Sometimes, he leaves his clothes all over the bathroom floor.  

So, I pick them up.

Sometimes, he leaves beard trimmings in a freshly cleaned sink. 

So, I clean it again.

When he exits the bathroom, you can guarantee the toilet seat will still be up. 

So, I put it back down.

He likes to fall asleep with the TV on when all I really want is total darkness. 

So, I’ve learned to sleep with it on.

I don’t do these things because he asks me to or because he deserves them. 

I don’t even do them without complaint every single time, but I do these things because I want to serve him well. 

Because this man, he loves me so well. 

He has read scripture over me as I’ve sat in a hospital bed just a few hours after our fourth baby was born while I was totally ridden with anxiety. 

He has gotten on his knees next to me on our bedroom floor and grabbed me by the hand and prayed with me. 

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He has grabbed me in his strong arms during an argument and is always the first to apologize.

He has come to my rescue after a long day with crying babies and sent me to take a bath alone.

He vows every single day to be a better husband even when I have a hard time trying to be a better wife. 

He often relinquishes his own wants and needs for the wishes of his family. 

He has catered to my spiritual needs and supported dreams that felt so far out of reach.

He provides and protects and values the eternity of his wife and children. 

But most of all, he loves Jesus more than he loves me. 

So, if cleaning the messes of this man is part of what I do, I will try to do it with gladness.  

Because Jesus is continually cleaning up the mess that is me.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

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