Guest Post: Humbled and Amazed

My sister-in-law, Mandy Mianecki, wrote an amazing story on her blog, Hearts Undaunted, of the journey between my husband any myself. Enjoy!

My Assignment:  Find a God-sized dream story that inspires you and share it with us. It could be the story of someone in Scripture, your family, your community or the great, big world out there online. Then write a post about how that story inspires you.

It blows me away…how the love of the Lord transforms.

How the Spirit reaches right down in tenderness and mercy awakens mustard seed faith, planted deep within, long ago.

My brothers and I were raised in faith.

Born into, baptized, blessed.

Our parents exposed us to faith in our formative years.

Gave us a Catholic education through high school, and two of us through college.

And yet.

Faith must be embraced by each, individually.

Must be sought, examined, tried on…

Often times, that takes the form of veering off the path of faith. There can be hurtful experiences that push away. Crazy, experimental, just-wanna-have-fun years. Perhaps life happens and God seems to slip through the cracks.

Or we never truly experienced God’s mad love for us personally.

I didn’t always understand that. In my legalistic years, I saw my brothers fall away.

And I fretted. Truly worried. And prayed.

Offered the role of godfather to one brother.

And I can’t help but admire his answer. Can’t help but respect his honesty, that he wanted to accept for the right reasons–but couldn’t because he didn’t want to “just be going through the motions.”

I admired, respected, and prayed.

Years later, Josh began dating his wife-to-be, Heather.

Life threw crushing blows that brought them to their knees–in front of the altar.

It was make or break…and they chose make.

They married. In church.

And I marveled as listened to the sermon about a spousal love that lays its life down for the other.

I witnessed the joy and peace in their eyes, the palpable love in their embrace.

Not the mushy-gushy, oh-my-honey-sugar-poo kind of love.

More the kind that does this:

For real.

He loves her.

In a you-come-first-and-I-am-honored-to-take-care-of-you sort of way.

In a covenantal and I-don’t-care-if-anyone-looks-at-me-funny-for-it sort of way.

He wears an I Am Second bracelet.

He gives generously.

He lives honestly.

He’s surrendered his heart.

And I am humbled by it.

I’m so proud of him.

And it makes me want to be a better spouse.

It brings tears to my eyes, from my heart overflowing, wanting to burst with the knowledge of the goodness of God…and the way that He loves.

mandy
About Mandy Mianecki:

Wife, mama, daughter, sister, and friend, passionately pursuing my Savior. Coffee-drinker, art-maker, word-nerd, homeschooling-attempter. Cheerios in my carpet, dust on, well, everything, but love in my heart. Encouraging you in this walk of faith that you can do this!

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