Saturday, February 2, 2013

Why I submit




I defer to Ward in our everyday life. There is a softness in my heart for him. I do things that serve him and our family. I take pleasure in making our home a place of comfort and respite. I enjoy them coming home from school and work to a home filled with warmth and the smells of good foods cooking and baking, and the underlying scent of lavender. I enjoy the looks of pleasure on their faces when they sink into home. That is this thing that we create. It doesn't matter where it is. It can be on vacation. It can be with family. Where ever we four are together, we are home.

In this place, in our home, we serve each other - it is our way. I will bring laundry into the living room and he will pull the basket between us and fold. I will see his glass empty and get up to refill it. He will pull my feet into his lap and massage my feet and legs. I will sit at his feet and take his boots off when he comes home and do the same, or slide behind him and massage his neck and shoulders. This is us. This is everyday.

He builds trust. He shows honor. He keeps me safe. He keeps us safe. He lifts and holds this family on his very broad shoulders. I look at him and I can see a bent and white-haired me in his eyes. He is who I was made to be with. He is my today, he is my future, he is my eternity.







Who he is calls to me. It is not just that I hear him, it is that his voice resonates deep in my soul. When he speaks, I soften and open to him. It is not just that he touches me, it is that his touch fills me with joy. It is not just that I offer him my deference, it is that I am fulfilled in bending under his hand and under his will.






I have lived my life, not enough for anyone, not the woman who bore me, not the father who sired me, not the half-brother who had the privilege of growing knowing his own worth, not the three with whom I shared my life before I met my Ward. I have stood strong and cold because I had to. I built walls that kept the hurt outside. I was strong. I was capable. I was dying inside. Then my Ward spoke in the dark. He spoke to me. His voice resonated. He gently uncurled my fingers, and took my hand. He showed me beauty I denied, suppressed because I could not bear it's rejection another time. He patiently took one brick at a time until I was exposed to his eyes. He pronounced me beautiful. He pronounced me loved.....and then he began to show me, every single day. He unlocked the secret places, and oh, how I shined for him.


Completely wanting to submit yourself, because you feel cherished, loved, safe and comfortable truely is one of the most beautiful things..



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Offering trembling fingers into steady hands.He sees what no one else has seen. He accepts what no one else has ever invited. He accepts my service and calls it a gift. I am bound to him in ways I have always desired and never before realized. And in the binding he sets me free. There is nothing I would not give him. I prostrate myself before him and he lifts me up. I belong to him...completely...lucky girl.







HIS POV:      

June's love for me shine's brighter than the stars.  I gave her my heart, when I was most afraid and in kind her response was beyond expectation, beyond what I deserve, it was like a cold glass of water after being lost in the desert.  Her submission called to me when we were little more than friends, and in kind my dominance sought her out and made itself familiar to her. She knows my dreams, my fears, my shortcomings and what I struggle with... and yet, she still loves me anyway.... I am blessed beyond measure and I thank the Lord that he sent June my way... She is my greatest blessing!



28 comments:

  1. Such beautiful words. This really touched my heart, you are so fortunate to have found each other :)

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful relationship with us, and these beautiful words.

    Hugs,
    Roz

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    1. Thanks so much, Roz. I am blessed beyond imagination, and I give thanks every second of every day.

      (((hugs)))

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  2. What a lovely eloquent post, how lucky you both are to have finally found this relationship. Love jan.

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    1. Thanks for your kind words, Jan. Somewhere in my life I must have done something very right.

      (((hugs)))

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  3. June,

    How your words resonate. I too spent most of my life longing.. not good enough, never quite "right". The Man has been relentless in his pursuit of my heart. Thank you for putting words to what I struggle to explain... This was simply beautiful, both of you...

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    1. Thank you, Dana, my friend. I appreciate his gifts so much more for never having experienced love this true and this pure. Relentless is good, if sometimes painful for body and soul... we come out better on the other side, one more step to healed, and with a hand to guide us, and a shoulder to lean on. You're most welcome.

      (((hugs)))

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  4. Beautiful. You are both so fortunate not only your paths crossed, but that you accepted the path that was laid out for you all along.

    Willie

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    1. Thank you so much, Willie. Fortunate is not the word, it was my miracle... so very unlikely, so very undeserved, I'm sure. But I'll guard it with my life.

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  5. A lovely love letter...from both of you to each other. June, I know very well where you came from, I was there. Master says the first few years of tearing down walls, building trust were hard work for a lifetime investment!
    hugs abby

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    1. Thank you, abby, that's what Daddy says as well. I tell him I hope that I prove worthy, and he says I have... I don't understand that, but I am so glad, and I'll do all that I can to remain so.

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  6. what a wonderful way to describe what you have

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    1. Welcome, Countrywoman :) Thanks you for your most kind words.

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  7. I love this June! Your submission to Ward is truly a gift and he seems to treasure it. You both are extremely blessed to have found a love like yours.

    (((Hugs to you both)))

    P

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    1. Thank you, P, my friend :) He treasures me indeed, I have never experienced that, it is luxurious and it humbles me. Extraordinarily blessed, most definitely :)

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  8. So well and beautifully written! Thank you Ward and June for sharing your love story with us.

    Blessings,
    Cat

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    1. Thank you, Cat, so very much for your most kind words :)

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  9. i have never known a couple that was so capable of sharing their love openly. I think it is inspirational. I have to admit that I have felt envious more than once, because Ian will say he loves me and will tell me why meshed together with a metaphor from the War of 1812, and that is fantastic - but to be able to share with each other so openly is a beautiful gift. Thanks for sharing with us.
    I am going to have Ian read this post and see if he is inspired. ;)
    hugs

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    1. Awww, thanks for your kind words, lillie. Every one has their own love language. Mine is touch, but I have 'this thing' with the written word. When I was growing up, and I was overwhelmed and had no other outlet, I wrote...free verse... and "...emotion splashed onto paper, lifeblood like ink." It persists that when I am overwhelmed by emotion I have to write :)

      (((hugs)))

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  10. Lovely June. I agree with Lillie!

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    1. Thanks so much, Susie. I love him pure and simply.

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  11. What a way to describe your love that adds so much to both your submission and his dominance

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    1. Thank you very much, tiffany :) Sometimes it bubbles over and I have to get it out on 'paper' or it will literally make me crazy just buzzing around in my head, lol.

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  12. This is just the sort of thing I needed to read today, June. THANK YOU.

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    1. Thank YOU, Tess. I'm glad you found something to life you :)

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  13. There is something nice about coming home to a nicely appointed home. It's not always that way or that perfect, but it's really nice when it is.

    That's what mouse strives for, more often than not. On deferring...Can mouse just say how much she loves that word? Because it is giving them deference and deferring to their wishes and needs. It's submission.

    Hugs,
    mouse

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    1. There truly is, mouse. It's not fancy, but it is comfortable, it's safe harbor. That's what we strive for.

      Mmmhmm, I agree. I love the meaning of deference, it means 'humble respect and submission'. It is the perfect description. And 'in deference to' means 'in consideration of'. There are so many lovely words that seem to describe the way we choose to live.

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  14. What a sweet and lovely post! I particularly like the saying on the picture with the woman and the blindfold as well. :)

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    1. Thank you most kindly, Grace :) Yes, I like that one as well. I have a naturally submissive personality. But without the trust Ward engenders, you may not have my heart. He holds the key... that may just be a future post :)

      (((hugs)))

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