My wonderful husband, at one time, was like a big brother to me. I only dreamed I would marry someone like him one day (but I got him, bless my soul!). We were nerds, and would actually spend our free time with others just praying; praying for revival, praying for God to move in ways we had never seen in our measly sixteen to twenty years of life.
And move, He did. So later we would talk about how we wanted to be soaked up in affection for Jesus, about sin that was keeping us from doing just that, and all sorts of other things. Kevin has always been able to articulate things I have not. I often found myself (even in our early marriage) saying, "Ahhh, yes!" Because he had given words to things my heart longed to say.
A few nights ago we were sitting in bed, talking; talking about these last three years (which have been incredibly challenging). And I spoke to him of the hurt my heart has endured honestly, for the first time. I explained my anger was a result of this hurt. Anger was the only emotion I felt I could express because I could not express need or hurt, so anger came out.
Right then, Kevin had an "Ahhh, yes!" moment. I had given words to things his heart didn't even know how to say. I cannot even begin to pretend I know how much pain Kevin saw and endured while in Iraq, but I can tell you there was not a single time he expressed it. So, what we experienced as a family was anger instead of the hurt that was trapped inside of him for so many years.
We are embarking on a journey of healing, and it's beautiful. Wet with tears, and beautiful.