Controlled Celebration

My husband loves me.  I mean he really loves me.  He also loves the Dallas Cowboys.  Actually, Gene fell in love with the Dallas Cowboys first at the age of nine when the Cowboys became a team in 1960.  Today Gene is a walking, breathing Dallas Cowboys encyclopedia.  “What’s an encyclopedia?” I hear the younger generation ask.  You can look it up in the dictionary—if you have one.

It wasn’t until nine years later that he fell in love with me.  Okay, so the Cowboys were his first love, but I’ve worked hard to inch above them on his love barometer.  Here’s how I know He loves me more.

It’s called controlled celebration.  Gene is a master in the art of controlled celebration.  Let me explain.  I can easily start out watching a Cowboy game (or any football game for that matter) with him.  He gets loud when things are going good and even when things are going not-so-good.  It’s not a problem.  However, somewhere near the half-time mark, I usually begin to fade out and the old eye-lids get heavy.  I hear my bed calling my name.  It can be nap time or bed time.  It doesn’t really matter; it’s just time to go to sleep.  But how is that possible with this one man cheering section in my living room?

Controlled celebration.  Over the years, Gene has learned to do this well.  It’s like he turns his volume completely off.  The antics are still there:  jumping out of his chair, fist pumping the air, yelling at the TV, or praising God.  It’s all there except the sound.  How does he do that?  The occasional biting down on a sofa pillow helps.  I told you; the man loves me.  As he always says, “Happy wife; happy life.”  And, “A man’s gotta know his limitations.”  I love my husband!

Is there a spiritual significance to this observation?  Of course.  This is a Christian website and blog!

One day when Gene and I are in heaven, he won’t have to control his celebration of the Savior.  Nothing will be more important to us than celebrating the One who died for us and made heaven a reality.

“That my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.  Lord my God, I will praise you forever” (Psalm 30:12).

“Day and night they never stop saying: Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come” (Rev. 4:8).