I stepped off the airplane and headed toward baggage claim. As I rounded the corner, I spotted him . . . my husband. My heart leapt! An unexpected surprise! I had driven to the airport, so his presence was unnecessary.
I smiled. “Why are you here?”
“I missed you,” he replied. “Besides, I want to be here—I am the witness to your life.”
I knew the reference. It was from a movie we had watched together, Shall We Dance? In the movie, the main character, played by Susan Sarandon, explains why people get married. “We need a witness to our lives . . . in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. . . You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness’.”
Don’s declaration means that he not only loves me, but he values me and our time together. He treasures the time we spend together and desires to know me—the whole me—intimately. He expresses this in numerous ways. He cheers for me. He listens to me. He consoles me. He counsels me. He encourages me. He helps me. He leads me. In essence, he emulates Christ. And because of his actions, I better reflect Christ to others, especially our children.
Which makes me wonder . . . shouldn’t I be the witness to my children’s lives? Who, besides the Lord, cares for them more? Don’t they need someone to hold them when they are hurt, pay attention to them when they are discouraged, and listen to their stories even when they go on and on with no ending in sight?
So when you see me shout the loudest after Melinda makes a basket, know it’s because I am her cheerleader.
When you see me yell, “You can do it!” as JT runs past me at a track meet, know it’s because I am his encourager.
When you see me assist Kenneth during a magic show, know it’s because I am his helper.
When you see me attend a rock concert in which Kevin is the drummer, know it’s because I am his promoter.
When you see me wipe a tear as JT and Kevin walk down the aisle in their caps and gowns, know it’s because I am their teacher.
I am the witness to their lives.
What about you? Whose life are you witnessing?