Love… is not irratable 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.
~1 Cor. 13:5-7
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This letter is a bit personal, so I’ll write a little more quietly today. Ten years ago, you could have left. You forced a confession from me and I watched you break and scatter across the bedroom floor. That’s all I will say about it for now, but in those following days and weeks, I thought that I had undone something. I thought that I had dissolved our young marriage.
You endured through the worst of those early days, and you didn’t leave. Instead, you poured grace into me; you held tightly. And if love endures all things, then that’s the moment I knew you loved me.
We’ve both buried hatchets now, both found opportunities to forgive. But in the confession and forgiveness I’ve watched you walk without a hint of irritation or resentfulness. I’ve watched you cast my wrongs across compass dials; you’ve burned the records of wrongs like pioneer ships.
The quality of your grace and forgiveness speaks volumes. And that’s how I know you love me still.
I’m glad that you’re home,
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