Husbands, has your wife ever asked you something like: “Do you think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world?” [Hint: to any literal communicator's analyzing the logical response to your wife's bid for love] She is not asking you to crown her as the next Mrs. America— she's asking if you have crowned her as your Queen to be the most beautiful girl in the only world that matters to her—yours. At first glance some may assert a wife who asks such questions to her husband is simply insecure and it's on her to deal with those insecurities. When have matters of the heart, love and marriage ever been simple? Hopefully, if you're still reading (HA!) you are open to a more in-depth look at the Psychology and Spirituality woven into the essence of women, by our Creator, that rightly motivates a wife to desire such validation, admiration and belonging. For those of you who are husbands stumbling across this in a voluntary pursuit to better understand your wife— STOP— take a moment and receive the Holy Spirit's ‘high-five' for walking out 1 Peter 3:7 (May your dedication to your marriage be recognized and admired!): “In the same way, you husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way [with great gentleness and tact, and with an intelligent regard for the marriage relationship], as with someone physically weaker, since she is a woman. Show her honor and respect as a fellow heir of the grace of life, so that your prayers will not be hindered or ineffective.” [1 Peter 3:7 AMP] In statistics a ‘raw score' is simply a number that represents the correctly answered questions (i.e. 60) but a raw score does not convey any meaning until some standard is applied with which to interpret the raw score. A wife can hear her husband say “You look nice, sweetie” or “Sure, I think you're beautiful”. These are a collection of correct answers that make up the sum total of a raw score. Now imagine you're leaving church together and a fashionable, tall, fit, attractive woman stops and talks with the both of you. You exchange pleasantries and continue about your day. Gentlemen, I introduce to you the standard your wife is now using to make meaning of and interpret the raw score. You're input greatly informs how the raw score is interpreted. The wife is thinking: “There is no doubt in my mind that woman at church is beautiful. She had it all: perfectly styled hair, flawless make-up, tanned legs for days, straight/white teeth that would land her a job as the new poster woman for the American Dental Association… My husband's told me before that he thinks I'm beautiful— just this morning he said I looked 'nice'… but next to her does he see me as ‘that kind' of beautiful… am I the most beautiful women in the world— to him?” Later that night she reluctantly discloses she's been wondering if you thought she was more beautiful than the woman at church. Just as God needs for us to tell him we adore him more than anyone or anything in the world your wife needs to hear you say she is the most beautiful woman in the world to you— after all, we are each made in God's image. Insecurity is not the primary motivation to her question, rather it's her desire to be chosen above all other women (as Christ desires for us to choose Him). If, as her husband, you find you're hesitant or flat out unable to see your wife as the most beautiful woman in the world to you… in that moment lean on the Holy Spirit to speak these affirming words to your wife through you and take note of your disbelief. To speak these words is to provide her with emotional safety and security that symbolizes clean air for her to thrive and breath life into the marriage, children, and the home. It's okay to lean into the Holy Spirit to be your provider and intercede on your behalf— to allow His words to flow through your mouth. This is not a lie or deceitfulness. This is the living, loving, active marriage covenant at work, circling around your strengths, weaknesses, past hurts and ensuring the future vision of you and your wife's marriage/family/ministry is fed and protected. It's crucial for you to: 1) Intentionally go to God, your men's group, and/or seek counseling to discover what's driving your hesitation/disbelief. 2) Take steps toward being able to truthfully see her as the Holy Spirit see's her. 3) Place the crown upon her head as your Queen. “I am coming quickly! Hold fast what you have, that no one may take your crown” (Revelations 3:11 NKJV) 4) Experience the rewards of watching your marriage THRIVE and your wife step into the woman God created her to be.

“I don't want to think about it." “I know. But we're going to wish we'd talked about it before it happens,” I remind her. “It was so hard to tell you that I'm moving to Ohio,” she admits. Moving to Ohio… It echoes in my mind: Moving to Ohio… moving to Ohio… moving to Ohio... Wait. MOVING to Ohio?! Not just going back — Moving. Permanently. It hits me. My sister is moving away for good. We cry. For hours we force ourselves awake just so we can soak up these last few moments together before it happens -- before reality comes and whisks her away. We stay as close together as we can. Sometimes we're talking, running through memories both good and bad, confiding our fears of this new reality, looking back on the sisterhood we never want to lose. We've built something strong, Ana and I. We've built the most unique, sure friendship I have ever known. Sometimes, we just sit in silence. My sob breaks in, and Ana's hand is never far. She comforts me. Sobs shake my body and break my heart. It can't be real. Ana pulls my tear-streaked face closer to hers. Her left hand grips mine, and her free hand begins to stroke my hair. Like she always has, Ana comforts me. I know she would do anything to make me feel safe. The best part? All she has to do is be there and be herself for that to happen. There's an unmatched power in my sister's tender, intense love toward me. Something delicate and gentle lands on my face. It's Ana's kiss. I am still; I let her do it. I would never let anyone else. But I know I'm safe with Ana. And then we just sit together, breathing in every sweet breath of the last night together we'll be graced with for a long time. We're in awe of how precious we always will be to each other. We soak in every bit of this time, lingering in sweet sisterhood, hoping it doesn't vanish as a dream does when we wake up tomorrow morning. We silently acknowledge the special place we will always hold in one another's hearts, simply hushed, almost unable to believe we got to be sisters in the first place. We love each other. We wish the sun would take its time in rising, but we also know that dawn ushers in Ohio, and Ohio bubbles with the promise of a great, fresh start for Ana. We still just don't want tonight to end. We don't know how we'll deal with the weirdness of tomorrow apart, and all the tomorrows that will follow. But tears are tiring us out. We finally plug in to music and lay down to try to get some sleep… next to each other, of course, eyes fixed on one another's, and we hold hands. We never want to let go, but we know we'll have to, come morning. We're not missing a beat till then. But it is late, so I fool myself, suggesting, “Let's go to sleep.” "Okay," my sister plays along. My eyelids fall together and immediately brim with tears. I stifle them for a second, but soon they give way. Ana's still there. Her gentle hand reaches up, and without a word, she wipes the big tears away from my eyes. I look into hers. She's so beautiful.