Love Is Not Just Something We Feel, But Also Something We Do.

.Most weeks I go to church and sit beside my mum knowing my lovely husband is at home in bed to scarred to face the word. To afraid and full of grief and anger to sit beside me.
Couples come to hear their marriage bands being read excited about a future together. Others celebrate wedding anniversaries and an elderly gentleman pushes his wife into the church and holds her hand throughout the service and cares for her with love and dedication. I remember the vows we made in front of God. We promised to love each other for better for worse, for richer for poorer and in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.
This morning we went to church together as husband and wife. Holding hands and worshiping before God together was beautiful
Living with depression means getting up each morning is a victory, life is an effort. I need to encourage him in everything he does and try and boast his confidence, so today when the Clip below was played in the service it spoke to both of us.
Yes we can.
Yes we can get up and go out.
Yes we can cry in church and no one judges only cares.
Yes we can remain strong in our love for each other and our faith.
YES we can follow Jesus and devote or lives to him.
Today I followed Jesus full of love and holding my husband’s hand.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.


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