Why I Adore my Husband. Also, why we can and should overtly support and celebrate our spouses.
How did we meet?
I met my beloved at a waterhole. I was a naive 20 year old little girl who had just finished nursing school. I was sheltered and innocent. I knew about Jesus, Hillsong, and how to cook a mean Sri Lankan chicken curry. I knew very little about anything else. Joe (Mark’s older brother) brought his little brother, Mark, to a church outing at the local waterhole. Back then, Mark was way too cool for school and definitely too cool for church. He had the distinct look of the lost sheep/prodigal son who had not yet returned home. Despite this, I liked Mark straight away. He was as handsome as he was hairy. He was as kind as he was lost. And there was a gentleness in his eyes that all the tattoos in the world could not hide. Eyes never lie. So there I was, clad in my black playboy bikini (I don’t even think I was aware that I was wearing playboy) falling in love with Mark, the bad boy drummer from a band. We hit it off from the start. He helped me up some rocks. I thought he was a gentleman. He thought I had a nice bottom.
On our first date I brought three of my girlfriends. They had no idea it was a date. He had no idea I was bringing them. Needless to say it went well (no it did not).
Our Dating History.
Despite the terribly awkward first date. He asked me out again. On our second date I ventured out all on my own. I had to pick him up. Why? Because at the time he had no license. He had lost it for drink driving. He had a split lip from a fight before.
On our way to the beach I was startled as he wound down the windows so he could smoke. I was not aware that he smoked. Instead of frolicking in the ocean, he taught me to break into hotel spas/pools and we enjoyed a beautiful romantic afternoon in a fancy hotel’s stolen facilities. Enough said.
Long story short. We fell in love. He got born again. He asked for my hand in marriage. My Dad said no.
A few months later Mark asked my Dad again. We got married. Mark learned sometime after this, that not only was he a Christian, he was a Righteous Christian. There is a big difference.
Mark meets Christine. Mark falls in love with Christine. Mark becomes a Christian. Mark marries Christine. Mark learns he is Righteous.
Fast track to the Mark Greenwood of today who we all know and love.
Mark Greenwood. How can I say this. I could not. I repeat, I could never dream up a better husband. I would marry him all over again. One hundred times over. Every day he inspires me to become more like God.
I do realise that it might become a little tedious if I go on a little too long so I thought I would pick three things that inspire me about my husband.
Mark Greenwood is the same person in front of a crowd as he is behind closed doors. He is as genuine and gentle in front of others as he is at home to his nearest and dearest. In fact I think he is even kinder when no one is watching. While I (hungry and impatient and on my day off with my man) back away from a particularly chatty lady who wants to ask me about her rash, Mark will stride towards her take her hand, listen to her whole story and pray for healing.
He consistently treats everyone the same. It doesn’t matter if you’re Bill Johnson, the Pope or the doorman…he will treat you the same. Actually, we haven’t met the Pope yet… maybe he might be act a little different around the Pope.
He treats me like a queen. All the time. I do not always deserve this. I know this is hard to believe. But I do not. I can be somewhat challenging. I am messy. Mark cleans up after me. I hate to repeat myself. Mark has learned to listen the first time. When I yell to try to create some sort of loud argumentative banter… he always refuses to respond. He is consistently communing with the father. I mean always. I’ll be honest sometimes if he ‘communes’ a little too long during Grace I’ll start eating.
I know what you’re thinking. I just picked a whole heap of things I love about Mark and called them Consistency. Well I’m the writer and I can do what I want. When you have your blog you can make up your rules as well.
“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind: the second is to be kind, and the third is to be kind” – Henry James.
Mark Greenwood you are kind. He fills my car up with petrol when it doesn’t need it, just so I don’t have to go to the petrol station. He leaves flowers, candles and a spotless house every time he goes away. He has sleepless nights sweating in our hot room because I hate having the air-con on at night. If you are from or have been to the Northern Territory you will understand that this is truly the highest sacrifice of love.
He rushes after the little old lady to help her carry her groceries inside. He pays for stranger’s groceries. Instead of getting annoyed at the phone operator after waiting for half an hour to speak to a human, he asks God for a word of knowledge and then asks if he can pray for them. They get healed. I kid you not! I on the other hand get so impatient, my temperature and tone rise simultaneously. By the time I hang up I’m not even sure I am born again…
He never makes assumptions about people. He is never kind with an ulterior motive. He never expects anything in return.
Mark Twain once said, “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see”. Mark Greenwood can be understood by all.
“If you practice Gratitude you will never want a day in your life.” – Leon Bowles
Mark Greenwood is the most grateful person I know. Every day I make him breakfast. Every day he thanks me like it’s the first time I have done it. Calm down, it’s the same thing every day and it only takes 2 minutes). Cereal and fruit with soy milk.
Every unit we lived in, “I cannot believe this incredible unit.” I can tell you right now they have not always been incredible. We lived in Nerang on the Gold Coast people. In a block of units with a high proportion of housing commission units.
If it’s payday, “We are so blessed.” If we are at the grocery store, “I can’t believe we can get everything we want without thinking about it”. Friends “I am so honoured to do life with such a calibre of people”. When asked to speak, “This is overwhelming.” When corrected, “I’m so grateful that he/she would invest in me like this.” That was a direct quote.
He gets teary when he tells me how grateful he is to have a wife like me. Mmmmm. Perhaps that’s not a good example. Who could blame the man!
Okay I will abruptly end there.
Seriously Mark, your Consistency, Kindness, and Gratitude, are my favourite things about you.
May I exhort you, my beloved girlfriends to pick three things that you love about your partner. Give examples. Write them down. Tell them all about it. Be genuine and mean every word.
Let us be women who are our spouse’s biggest cheerleader, and greatest fan. Let us be a people where the wind of praise goes behind our Beloved’s back. It’s a pivotal ingredient for a beautiful marriage and for living as godly examples to the world.
You’re loved and deeply cherished.
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