I don't want Jesus to be my husband. Now before you get upset and pray for my salvation, give me a minute to express my opinion...
Growing up in church I have heard a lot of analogies about the church. The church as a body, the church as a flock of sheep, the church as a bride and Jesus as the bridegroom. I have no problem with analogies, they helped me learn how important I was to Him and how He wants to care for me. I understand the mentality of Jesus being a husband. He wants to care for my every need, loves every curl on my head, and wants to provide for me. As a girl in church you are taught that you are delicate and your husband will want to treat you as such. But until you are married, Jesus is the Man in your life. (Yeah, not getting married has never been an option in the churches I grew up in... That's a different blog for a different day.)
I don't think Jesus wants to marry me. And that's more than fine. I wouldn't want to limit or water down His love for me by tacking on the tag of 'my earthly husband'. Let's take a walk into my psyche. I'm not a counting down till my wedding day kind of girl. I don't watch lots of sweeping romances where the girl is lovely and the guy is a knight in shining armor. I don't think romantic love is like that. I think relationships take elbow grease, communication, a heaping pile of grace, and a foundation in Him. And that's just my idea of dating. When it comes to my husband, I think he will be a gift from God. And the earthly example of His pure and true love for me. That doesn't mean I think he will be perfect, or not get frustrated with me, or ever make a mistake. I can nag, whine, and weep with the best of them. And I think he will still love me. Because when he looks at me, I would hope he would see a little of what Jesus sees in me. That's what I want my husband to be. Someone who loves me for me with all the quirks, randomness, and blushes that come along the way as I become the woman He's calling me to be.
So, if I don't want Jesus to be my husband, what do I want Him to be? I want Him to be my Lord. My God. My King. I want Him to have my heart. Yes, my husband will be the only man on this earth who has my heart. God will still have complete ownership. And somehow I think the both of them will be ok with that.
Growing up in church I have heard a lot of analogies about the church. The church as a body, the church as a flock of sheep, the church as a bride and Jesus as the bridegroom. I have no problem with analogies, they helped me learn how important I was to Him and how He wants to care for me. I understand the mentality of Jesus being a husband. He wants to care for my every need, loves every curl on my head, and wants to provide for me. As a girl in church you are taught that you are delicate and your husband will want to treat you as such. But until you are married, Jesus is the Man in your life. (Yeah, not getting married has never been an option in the churches I grew up in... That's a different blog for a different day.)
I don't think Jesus wants to marry me. And that's more than fine. I wouldn't want to limit or water down His love for me by tacking on the tag of 'my earthly husband'. Let's take a walk into my psyche. I'm not a counting down till my wedding day kind of girl. I don't watch lots of sweeping romances where the girl is lovely and the guy is a knight in shining armor. I don't think romantic love is like that. I think relationships take elbow grease, communication, a heaping pile of grace, and a foundation in Him. And that's just my idea of dating. When it comes to my husband, I think he will be a gift from God. And the earthly example of His pure and true love for me. That doesn't mean I think he will be perfect, or not get frustrated with me, or ever make a mistake. I can nag, whine, and weep with the best of them. And I think he will still love me. Because when he looks at me, I would hope he would see a little of what Jesus sees in me. That's what I want my husband to be. Someone who loves me for me with all the quirks, randomness, and blushes that come along the way as I become the woman He's calling me to be.
So, if I don't want Jesus to be my husband, what do I want Him to be? I want Him to be my Lord. My God. My King. I want Him to have my heart. Yes, my husband will be the only man on this earth who has my heart. God will still have complete ownership. And somehow I think the both of them will be ok with that.
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