He Listened to Her: A Story of Special Love

The glow of the moon lit a path to the back door. He followed it from his workshop and entered the back door of the house.

He unlaced his boots and dropped them in the corner of the kitchen, out of the way so he didn’t track in any more sawdust for her to clean up.

The house was quiet and dark, except for a little flickering light coming from the living room. He walked through the kitchen toward the living room and stopped in the doorway.

There she sat in her favorite chair, all cozied up in front of the fireplace, wrapped in her favorite blanket. The light of the fire encircled a halo-like ring around his adored bride, as he liked to call her.

He stared at his beautiful wife. Probably not beautiful to anyone else. But to him? She was a knockout. He felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest with love for her. He just knew she could hear his heart pounding.

But standing there, he noticed the effects of her heart’s pain had distorted the delicate features of her face. Used tissues, wet with tears, littered the floor around her.

She’d been waiting for him. She longed for his presence, for him to sit with her by the fire. Longing to be held and comforted.

So she waited, silently. Knowing he would come. He always did.

She didn’t hear him close the back door or even notice his soft sock-steps coming toward her. But there he was. Standing over her.

Startled, she looked up…and smiled a half-smile at him.

He smiled back. 

He knew she was still hurting from recent events and wasn’t ready to talk. But he was there for her. As always.

Without a word, he knelt down in front of her and gently removed the fuzzy, bunny-slippers from her feet. He began to caress her feet as he tenderly held them in his callused hands.

The well of tears she thought had run dry overflowed once again, for his gentleness and caring for her always touched her heart.

No one could ever love me like he does, she thought.

Words, intermingled with deep sobs of hurt and pain, gushed out with the strength of a fire hose.

He held her close.

She talked. And cried.

He listened. And loved her.

And oh, how her heart was calmed and reassured.

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Oh, such tender, loving care. Truly captures your heart, doesn’t it?

And that, my sweet friend, is the love the heavenly Bridegroom has for His precious Bride…YOU!

You are that undeniable beauty, that adored Bride, the one who makes the Bridegroom’s heart pound with love.

When you sit by the fireside of pain, He will hold you close and comfort you with His tender love.

He will listen while you pour out to Him all that is in your heart.

Know He will always come to your side when you need Him. You may not hear His footfall, but He will always be there for you.

No one will ever love you like He does!

“Let them praise the Lord for his great love.”

Ps. 107:8 NLT

May you be blessed to know His true love for you...Lynn