To Love Like He Does

...I found him whom my soul loves.“She held his hand like she never wanted to let him go,” my husband told me quietly one evening. It’d been a tough day. A co-worker whom my husband deeply respected was losing his battle with cancer. He and his wife had stopped by the office to pick up his things and say goodbye. He was a tremendously talented man, a father of three young children, husband of a beautiful wife, and he had a contagious passion for life.

My husband’s words replayed in my mind as I cut the grass the following afternoon. It was an unusual statement from my husband, and it caused me to think and to pray.

“Lord, is that what my husband wants – to know he is so deeply loved that I never want to let him go?” The question simmered for a couple of weeks till one afternoon a friend asked me how I was doing. When I hesitated and shrugged, she asked again, wanting more than a cursory, “Fine.”

“I’ve been in more pain than usual,” I slowly admitted, “and I’m retreating from the world again. Communicating is difficult when the pain is bad, and sometimes, it requires more energy than I’m willing to invest.”

Saying those words aloud – willing to invest – sliced straight through to my soul. I hadn’t realized that selfishness often crept in with the pain. I wondered how often I’d expected my husband to know what I was feeling, to understand my frustration, my increasing loneliness and isolation, to somehow figure out, without being told, how difficult communication can be for me when the pain is bad.

Too often, I guessed. Likely, far too often.

I’d been expecting my husband to read my mind, but he can’t. Only God can, and though He knows every single word I’m going to speak before I say it, that isn’t enough even for God.

For not even God wants a one-sided relationship.

Instead, He longs to spend time with me, longs for me come to Him in prayer, to sit at His feet and rest in His presence. And if all that is true of God, how can it be any less true of my husband?

Suddenly, my husband’s words began to make sense.

We all long to be loved.

My silence wasn’t just isolating me, it was isolating my husband too. Cutting us off from one another.

My husband longed not only for my words, but also for my touch. To know that he is loved. Deeply. Personally. Intimately.

Like I never want to let him go.

Cindee Snider ReCINDEE SNIDER RE is wife of nearly 25 years to the man she loves most in this world, mama of five world-shaking creatives (16-24), writer, photographer, craver of quiet, and lover of cotton, denim, Jesus and tea. Cindee and four of her five kids have Ehlers-Danlos, dysautonomia, and myriad co-existing conditions.


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  1. Dear Cindee,
    Thank you for sharing these beautiful and convicting words. My heart is stirred wondering how often I think the same thing regarding my husband. Oh may I open my heart and see the ways that I can still love, even in the midst of a painful day, by giving my heart. Blessings to you!

  2. I was just talking to my husband about yet another invitation that I wanted to decline when I read this. Your line “Communicating is difficult when the pain is bad, and sometimes, it requires more energy than I’m willing to invest.” perfectly described my feelings! Thank you for writing this so I could understand and explain myself better.

  3. Cindee, you are certainly not alone in your desire to be understood without explaining a thing. When we were first married, I too expected my husband to read my mind. Although I have learned to be more forthright with my feelings and thoughts, I have also come to believe that this desire to be deeply known, without having to say anything, is part of being human, perhaps even moreso being a female human. I have no scientific data to back that up, but owning it and recognizing it has done much for my self-understanding and self-expression. I too am grateful that I have a God who knows me in just this way.

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