{"id":57,"date":"2011-08-08T18:23:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-08T18:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.katiepolski.com\/?p=57"},"modified":"2011-08-08T18:23:00","modified_gmt":"2011-08-08T18:23:00","slug":"give-me-jesus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"Give me Jesus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t attended any this summer, but through facebook and friends pictures, I&#8217;ve enjoyed looking at the memories of several weddings during the last couple of months.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>One things is common in every single picture:&nbsp; bliss.&nbsp; Pure, unadulterated bliss.&nbsp; It&#8217;s the beginning of a new life, new adventures, and suddenly the fear of an unknown future is calmed because of the thought that this future will be faced with a partner. As long as they have each other, they&#8217;ll be OK.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>And yet, we&#8217;re not guaranteed this partner for the entirety of our lives.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have fond memories of listening to my great uncle James read to his wife, Kathleen, when her sight began failing her.&nbsp; He had done this with his wife for years.&nbsp; But that&#8217;s not all they&#8217;ve done hand in hand.&nbsp; For 65 years, they have spent their lives as partners in any and every situation.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Today, my uncle James is nearing his heavenly home. For the first time in almost 65 years, this husband and wife are separated.&nbsp; They can no longer live together because of his ailing body and the help that he requires.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My heart hurts for both of them and the tragedy that sin has brought into this world.&nbsp; And yet, the love for my uncle&#8217;s bride is not all that he has to hold on to. <\/p>\n<p>The other morning he began singing.&nbsp; In the midst of his own confusion and the unrecognizable sentences that have recently come from his mouth, he began singing a hymn; each word was as clear as the next.&nbsp; He was praising Jesus.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s Jesus that is on his mind as he lies in a bed only understanding some of what is going on around him.&nbsp; It is Jesus that he is clinging to.&nbsp; It is Jesus that he longs to see.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m grateful for for my partner in this life.&nbsp; We have our ups and downs like every couple.&nbsp; We don&#8217;t always communicate well.&nbsp; And yes, a pastor and his wife argue, which apparently is a misconception after talking with a woman once who was somehow surprised by this reality.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m in love.&nbsp; I&#8217;m so very in love with a husband who is supportive and gracious.&nbsp; A husband who I can laugh with and a partner who is always honest with me, pulling me back into reality when necessary (which is more often the case than I&#8217;d like to admit).&nbsp; Most importantly, I&#8217;m thankful for a husband who always points me back to Jesus. <\/p>\n<p>Yes, I&#8217;m in love.&nbsp; But I love Jesus more.&nbsp; And my husband would not want that any other way.&nbsp; As difficult as it seems for me on a daily basis, I am reminded, through the examples of people like my uncle James and aunt Kathleen, that I should never live for my husband.&nbsp; I should never live for my children.&nbsp; I should be living for Jesus alone. It is Jesus who holds our future.&nbsp; It is Jesus who supplies our needs.&nbsp; And it is Jesus that we will one day behold, face to face, and it will be beyond blissful. &nbsp; <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>In the morning when I rise<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>In the morning when I rise<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>In the morning when I rise<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Give me Jesus<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i> <\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Give me Jesus<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Give me Jesus<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>You can have all this world<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Just give me Jesus<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: right;\"><i>Jeremy Camp<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i> <\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><object width=\"320\" height=\"266\" class codebase=\"http:\/\/download.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\" data-thumbnail-src=\"http:\/\/1.gvt0.com\/vi\/MFNNSDGYpYE\/0.jpg\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/MFNNSDGYpYE&#038;fs=1&#038;source=uds\" \/><param name=\"bgcolor\" value=\"#FFFFFF\" \/><\/object><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i> <\/i><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t attended any this summer, but through facebook and friends pictures, I&#8217;ve enjoyed looking at the memories of several &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/?p=57\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Give me Jesus<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["entry","post","publish","author-polskikatie","post-57","format-standard","category-blog"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7ov7b-V","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=57"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/katiepolski.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}