11/02/2026
My Dear and Beloved Readers,
There is something I need you to understand about my husband.
Many people look at a man and measure him by the things they can easily count.
His income.
His job title.
His accomplishments.
His possessions.
His status.
But the most important things about a man are often invisible to everyone except the people who live beside him.
The world met my husband after I had already spent years becoming broken in ways that are difficult to explain.
I was intelligent but often overwhelmed.
Passionate but frequently misunderstood.
Capable of seeing connections that others could not see, while sometimes struggling to carry the weight of those connections.
I made mistakes.
I trusted people I should not have trusted.
I confused boys for men.
More than once.
Like many people, I learned some lessons the hard way.
Then one day, I met a man who was different.
Not because he was perfect.
Not because he had all the answers.
Not because he could magically fix everything that had happened before him.
But because he faithfully stood where others had walked away.
When people ask me why my husband matters, my answer is simple.
He led me closer to God.
Not by force.
Not by control.
Not by pretending to be my savior.
But by consistently pointing me toward the One who is.
Many people have opinions about what a man should look like.
Some think leadership is volume.
Some think leadership is money.
Some think leadership is power.
What I have learned is that leadership is often quieter than that.
Sometimes leadership looks like staying.
Sometimes leadership looks like praying.
Sometimes leadership looks like taking another step when life has made every step difficult.
Sometimes leadership looks like loving someone while they are still healing.
The people who criticize my husband do not know him the way I do.
They have not seen the conversations.
They have not seen the prayers.
They have not seen the sacrifices.
They have not seen the moments when he chose faithfulness over convenience.
They have not seen the man I see when nobody else is looking.
I understand that from the outside our story may not always make sense.
The outside of a life rarely tells the whole story.
But I know what God has done in my life.
And I know who was standing beside me while He was doing it.
That matters.
More than many people realize.
When I asked the important men in my life what they thought about him, I was seeking wisdom.
But ultimately, the answer I cared about most came from the Lord.
And that answer brought peace.
The truth is that my husband did not find a finished woman.
He found a woman still healing.
Still growing.
Still learning.
Still making mistakes.
Still discovering who God created her to be.
And he loved her anyway.
That is not weakness.
That is strength.
That is not failure.
That is faithfulness.
So if you wonder why my husband matters, it is because he helped me remember who I belong to.
Not because he is perfect.
Not because our marriage is perfect.
But because he has been willing to walk beside me while God continues His work in both of us.
For that, I will always be grateful.
With love,
Riss
