“And after all that stress, do you know what Davey told me?”
“What’s that?” I call from the bedroom where I’m changing into pajamas and thinking about sitting by the warm fire and drinking tea.
“That the Bible says we’re being refined like gold.” He glances up as I come back into the room. “Do you know how the refiner can tell if the gold has gone through enough fire?”
I stop and look at him, sitting on the couch, the Bible propped on his knees. The stress lines are evident on his face. I know his stomach has been bothering him for days, stress piled on stress, piled on stress– but when he looks at me, his eyes are clear and rich.
“The refiner knows when the gold is purified enough when he can look into it and see his reflection.” He pauses and his gaze meets mine again, “Davey and I were talking. We both have a few more fires to walk through before we will truly reflect Christ. And it’s good. It’s good for us. We’re being renewed day by day. Being transformed.”
Davey is the same age as my husband. He’s Amish. Has a wife and ten children. Their lives look quite a lot different than ours. But there are two things that have tied the men together. They are both mechanics and they both have a deep, deep love for God.
So they work together at the shop and they talk about their faith. Davey shares what he’s learned from hours of studying his German Bible. My husband shares what he’s learned from the time he spends in the Word. And together they encourage the other men who come through the shop– to love God, to know God, to embrace the redemption that God offers.
And as I sat there listening last night, my feet warming by the fire, I couldn’t help but think, I love this. I love that my husband cultivates friendships with men who encourage him forward in his walk with God.
I love that when stress piles on stress, Davey and his wife show up outside our door in their horse and buggy. That they come in and drink coffee and eat ice cream. That we can discuss things and spur one another on toward love and good deeds.
I love that my husband keeps me immersed in the Body of Christ. And because of the deep, vulnerable relationships he has formed, we get to have church at our kitchen table on a regular basis.
If it wasn’t for my husband, I probably would never have connected to the Amish family down the road. I wouldn’t have ever interacted enough to know what beautiful strong Believers they are. I would have missed out on part of the Body of Christ.
Are there relationships in your life that wouldn’t exist except for your husband’s encouragement? Have they challenged or blessed you?
p.s. I debated on writing today’s post because I know many women who long for their husbands to form more edifying relationships. If this is true for you, I don’t want this to be a discouragement– this month is about honoring him for the things he DOES do. So please, find something else to praise him for. 🙂