Recently my wife and I reminisced about the birth of our children.
The sheer amazement we felt first seeing their heartbeat on the ultrasound. Really working as a team to prepare for baby. Going through so many hours of labor together. So many sleepless nights the first few months.
Forever remembering every early word and smile. The sheer love in their eyes everytimr they needed a hug. Babies following us around the house like little ducklings.
Going through all that, my wife can still look at me with a straight face and say "I love God first."
How?
"I love Jesus more. I still love you, though."
How can you go through all the pain of carrying and caring for a child and still love Jesus more?
It's one thing for the husband to take third seat. But the kids! It's effing bonkers.