I stand in amazement of the graciousness of God’s plan. From the beginning He said that it was not good for man to be alone, therefore He made him a helper suitable (Gen 2:18). And the helper He has made for me is my adorable wife. I can’t understand what God was thinking when He brought this sweet young lady into my life, but I praise Him that His ways are not my ways, and that His thoughts are not my thoughts (Isaiah 55:8). Because if they were, I would be all alone in the best mess anyone could find themselves in.

But not so with God. My wife is amazing. We have recently started doing Student Ministries together at a new church home where I shepherd the group, which is about 20 students and mostly girls. I asked my wife on many occasions before committing to the opportunity if she was ready, and with shouts of joy she said yes. And since we have been in the group, she has been such a help to me and such a blessing to the girls. Watching how she seeks to know them more and point them to the Savior of our souls moves me and reminds me of who I married.

The way she thinks and plans for the group causes me to depend on her even more, and I think its only right for that to happen. I see that we aren’t just a married couple, we are a team, we are a family.

Aside from the ministry part, the way she cares for our home is something to be recognized. I feel that I am the one who brings the home down when it comes to task around the house, but her desire is to tackle it at once. She has that great desire to nurture our home and be the wife God calls her to be. And what a joy that is for me to be a recipient of her labor.

I know that she will be awesome as a mom, caring for our children and our home, and caring for her messy, unorganized preachy husband. I don’t deserve her.

I love my wife.