Zealous

My husband is truly my best friend.

I absolutely adore that man. And I love to spend time with him. But his interests and mine are vastly different.

That is why I am glad God gave that poor man a son who WILL go with hm ziplining, parachuting, canyoneering, climbing 14ers, playing hockey, etc.. Because until he came along, I was the designated companion for such outings.

Yes, he’s talked me in to doing a few over the years, but I am basically more of an indoor girl. As a matter of fact, I just got some blood work back from my doctor and I am apparently a little low in the Vitamin D department (the sunshine vitamin). I guess I have to actually leave the house occasionally. I can’t just read about it.

But you see, I am an inside girl. I do go outside because, well, I have to. I haven’t quite perfected my eccentric millionaire role yet so I can hide away from the world.

But my hub – he is very zealous for anything active. Or dangerous. Or high. Or fast. I say scary, he says fun.

But if there is any area we share a zeal for – it is for the things of God.

Scripture tells us in Titus 2:4 that Jesus “gave Himself for us that He might redeem us from all iniquity and purify unto Himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.”

Well, I know I’ve got the peculiar part down, but what about the zealous for good works. Honestly, some days I accomplish this better than others.

But, although, I don’t naturally have a zeal for the same outdoor activities my husband does, for his sake, I do try to join him sometimes. Because I love him.

Even greater is my love for Christ. And deeper is my desire to be pure, to be His and to be zealous for His good works. Each day gives me a new opportunity to stoke the coals of my zeal for Him.