Today, I watched a real-life love story in a hospital in Tennessee. I watched an unassuming man gently pat his wife’s leg as he described with the utmost care what she might need while he went to grab breakfast. He returned and gave her a foot rub. It was obvious there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
His loving deeds will never be broadcast on the local TV channel and (because of his humility) he’ll never relay them to anyone. The tender integrity conveyed in that foot rub could not be captured in ten years of romantic TV shows, no matter how many exotic trips or luxurious surroundings were in the backdrop.
This week’s pop culture headlines are flooded with this season’s Bachelor who is captivated by a perfectly toned flirtatious woman who “thinks they’ll make cute babies.” Yes, I imagine those babies would be quite attractive.
But beauty … let me tell you about beauty.
Contained in that small hospital room were two lovers who put their heart’s work into beautiful riches the world doesn’t understand. Theirs is a narrative not found in most romance novels, but one that extends far beyond themselves. This man and woman have three grown children all desiring to live for the glory of God, whose deep concern for their parent’s plight is a testimony to their character. And their heritage extends to grandchildren. In fact because of them, two babies who once had no family now go to bed each night with the securing kisses of a Mom and Dad.
This couple doesn’t live luxuriously, but together they have experienced something glorious of eternal significance that few ever will.
And that my friends …. is a real love story.