Come at me, bro: the day I wanted to fight my husband
The cabinet door slammed as I glared and waited for him to explode.
I said things I shouldn't have. I took aim at his heart. Hard aim.
Taking my recent stress and frustration out on the one person whose back I knew was strong enough hold it - my words tasted like strong wine.
Delicious but dangerous if I went too far.
His eyes were on fire. I waited. I was ready.
Come at me, bro.
But his silence was even more infuriating.
"So you just don't care? Do you? Shocker."
He continued to look at me - and God nudged me with all the truths I didn't want to hear.
You know he cares. He's stood by you through it all. He led you when you were weak. He has loved you through your most unlovable times.
It was undeniably true.
I looked at Shawn.
"Meg, we've just been under stress."
Anger still stirred in my gut. Despite reasoning and logic - someone else had hurt me but I was unloading it on him.
I knew he didn't deserve it, but I didn't care at the moment.
Instead, I crossed a line we promised years ago we'd never cross.
"Just leave me. You know you want to. I'm not good enough to stay in this marriage."
It wasn't an apologetic offer - it was spoken with a hate filled tongue. It was a threat.
I waited for the fight to erupt. But it never did - instead he walked gently to my side and encircled me.
"That's not what this is about."
His strength. His love. His glowing representation of Christ.
It broke me. It saved me.
I crumbled into his arms exhausted from all the things inside of me that raged to get out.
He withstood the storm and he refused to allow anger to sink us. His soft answer and loving responses brought us closer rather than tearing us apart.
Friends, there is no perfect love other than that which flows from Jesus. It wasn't super human strength that kept my husband from tearing into me.
It was Jesus whispering to Shawn, and Shawn leaning in to listen.
He could've walked out on me blamelessly since I dared him to do so. He could've returned the mean words I threw at him. He did none of that.
He chose Christ. He chose love.
He reminded me to do the same.
His calm bled into me, and gave me the hope I needed. His peace washed over me, and settled everything that stirred my heart. His arms held me, and through his faith I felt my own strengthen.
When we listen to God, it invites Him into the mess.
After I calmed down, we sat and discussed what was truly hurting me. We prayed together - something that was once awkward to us, but has turned into a great source of healing.
God is there in the heat of the moment and in the cold of the night.
We just have to lean in and listen.