He’s in love with a different woman now . . .

I met my husband seven years ago. We got married and went on adventures. Went to some weddings and had a bunch of kids. Every Christmas party season, we would celebrate by going out to dinner . . . except this year that one dress didn’t fit. I had my husband try to zip it, and then my mom . . . there was no budging.

I had been tiny, I had been heavy—sick and healthy. My weight had been a roller coaster always. But, this special dress had always fit when I grabbed it for those twinkly, special occasions. That one dress in my normal mom size. I knew I wasn’t the tiny 22-year-old anymore. I had reasonable expectationsat least, I thought I did.

RELATED: Loving My Body is a Struggle

My head hung low as I breathed in saying goodbye to a season I really wasn’t ready to break up or move on from. I wasn’t shallow or vain. I’ve never taken a long time getting ready or wore a lot of makeup to cover my real self. But if I’m being honest, me not fitting into this silly outfit stung.

As I changed into my one postpartum dress, the Lord reminded me my husband was still absolutely crazy about me . . . but He also told me, he was now in love with another woman.

He had loved the 22-year-old. Squeezed the 23-year-old. Flirted with the 24-year-old. Encouraged the 25-year-old. Held the hand of a 26-year-old. Chased after the 27-year-old. Carried the 28-year-old. Danced with the postpartum blues at 3 a.m., drove them to marriage counseling, and still courted the very sick 29-year-old.

He was in love with another woman every year. It was me every time, but my body was constantly changing. I would never be that age again. I was a new woman with every age marker that passed. It was a hard pill to swallow, but not for him. He never stopped looking at his wife with a twinkle. He never stopped telling her she was beautiful. Why could I not be as crazy about her as he was?

RELATED: Dear Husband, Thank You For Loving My Baby Body 

A friend sent a picture from the Christmas party that night—and the girl next to her handsome fellow was glowing. He had shown her once again that this other woman was still his dream girl.

The dress went in the donation box. And I’m working on loving the other woman my husband is crazy about this year. I will choose to dress this body for today. I will enjoy taking a few moments to dress it in things that make her feel like a million bucks. She’s worth it. The Lord and her husband agree . . . this other woman is still beautiful.

“He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord.” (Proverbs 18:22, NIV)

Originally published on the author’s blog

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Check out our new Keepsake Companion Journal that pairs with our So God Made a Mother book!

Order Now
So God Made a Mother's Story Keepsake Journal

Rachel M Redlin

Rachel Marie Redlin is a Jesus lover, a wife to Brook, and a mother to five. She is an American author, speaker, newspaper journalist, and award-winning radio personality. Best known for her online public journal platform, it continued to grow with her love of devotionals in two published books, Blooming Grace and Blooming Wisdom. Although seasons have changed in the last two years, her now private lead ministry has not waivered in its continued focus on encouraging, embracing, and equipping women to go deeper and bloom in their personal relationship with Jesus Christ, their families, and fellow believers. Rachel is passionate and determined to help provide an outlet and resource for deeper relationships with women and Christ in the modern Christian world.

You Are More Than Your Postpartum Body

In: Baby, Motherhood
postpartum body, motherhood, pregnancy, delivery, body after baby, self image

I looked down at my puffy, pasty thighs, the lemony lighting of the dressing room highlighting every angle of the enlarged lumps and humps of my postpartum body. I shook my head, disappointed that I didn’t try harder. Try harder to drink more water. Try harder to jump on my elliptical every day. Try harder to snag that salad instead of that slice of pizza. My healthy pre-baby body is still nowhere in sight; instead, all I see is a soft tummy, chubby thighs, and fluffy biceps. It has been almost nine months since my baby watermelon has exited my...

Keep Reading

Your Body is Not Your Enemy

In: Faith, Living
Woman looking at sunset

As American Christian women, we get a triple dose of lies about our bodies. We are American. Our bodies are for work and productivity. Success. If your body is not producing something, then it does not deserve the oxygen it is consuming. We are Christian. Our bodies are a source of temptation for men and a source of distraction for us. Our bodies have been cursed since the moment Eve bit the apple. RELATED: Teacher Receives Body Shaming Letter and Uses it to Teach others About Keeping Confidence We are women. Our bodies are never good enough—never young enough, pretty...

Keep Reading

I Want a Body That Tells the Truth

In: Living, Motherhood
Woman on the beach

I’ve decided I don’t want a body that lies. I’m going to embrace a body that tells the truth.  I want a body that tells the truth about what it looks like to be a woman. I want a body that shows what it really looks like to be a mother, an athlete, a wife, a person with some wisdom and perspective. I carry extra weight around my hips and have stretch marks from carrying two baby girls. My left bicep is more defined than my right bicep. That’s from packing an infant on my hip, allowing my dominant hand...

Keep Reading