Loving her would be easy.
But in real life, love is not easy. Not for me, at least. And I don't assume it is for my dear hubby either. When we were dating, we talked about how many deep personal flaws we each had. I told Dennis that I had plenty of baggage to unpack and I didn't know how long it would take. Which is an understatement. After we exchanged vows, my few suitcases turned into several steamer trunks. Den's has remained just a few pieces of luggage still, with the locks stuck and the keys lost, resistent to opening but at least we got some of the carry-ons taken care of.
And you know, I don't want to open the rest. I just accept that they exist. And that God knows the contents and really, only He understands what's in there. He carries the burdens and shows me how to love and accept love. It's not easy, because of selfishness and sin. I'm learning that the most valuable and closest connections happen through sacrifices and work. If it was easy, would it be as wonderful? I doubt it.