Whoever said married life is incredibly busy wasn’t kidding. It’s astounding how little free time/me time you really have. However, part of the beauty of marriage is you don’t mind the so called “lack” of free time. At all. The average American spends one quarter of his or her life single…unmarried. While this may not seem like a big deal, once you hit a certain age (this is especially true for women), you begin to long for your mate…that one person God has in mind for YOU. Once you find that person, it isn’t a moment of “ok, great. I found you. ” Rather, it is a moment of, “I FINALLY found you! Praise God for loving me enough to reveal you to me and to put you in my life!” Is it really any wonder you don’t resent the lack of me time?
Don’t get me wrong. There will be times you won’t even want to look at your spouse. You’ll want to scream at them. Storm off. Slam the door. Throw your hands up. There may even be times you want out (Thank the Lord C and I haven’t felt this way). There will be little fights, there will be explosive fights. There will be nothing fights, there will be important fights. There will be newlywed fights, there will be “been married for thirty years” fights.
The point of my pointless listing of fights is that you WILL fight. It is inevitable. You should not go into marriage expecting to never fight. It is unrealistic and, after tying the knot, the first big fight may shake your confidence in your marriage and could cause second guessing. Rest assured, though, that everyone fights. Our parents fight still. My married-50-years grandparents fought. It will always happen. What matters is that you make up and, at the end of the day, you still love each other and want to be with one another. What was I saying? Oh yes! While there will be times you don’t want to be near your spouse, 99.99% of the time you will rejoice in every moment God gives you with that person. What a blessing!
C truly is a blessing…a gift…in my life. I don’t know if any of you know our whole story, but God brought us together in a miraculous and amazing way. He revealed things to us in ways that were unmistakably from Him. I’ll share our “story” in a later post, but for now, here is one example. When C and I were dating, we came to that point where we begin thinking the “L” word might be applicable. I didn’t tell him that, but instead, I turned to scripture and prayer. He didn’t tell me either and he did the same thing I did. Well, both of us desired God’s timing, not ours, in all aspects of our relationship. Even this one. I opened my Bible to 1 Corinthians 13 and begin asking myself if each trait of love was applicable to how I felt. ”Is my love patient? Is my love for C kind?” etc. After answering “yes” to each one, and praying about it, I came to the realization that I did love C.
Later on, C and I were on the phone and he told me he wanted to share something with me, He began telling me about his recent quiet time in which he read 1 Corinthians 13. He said he began asking himself if what he felt was __________ (listing each characteristic of love). By this point, I was totally silent and amazed. I hadn’t even mentioned to him that I recently read 1 Corinthians 13! When he was finished, C told me he loved me. I laughed and told him how I had come to the exact same realization in the exact same way. We both were overwhelmed with God’s hand in even this part of our relationship. Neither of us had even hinted of studying 1 Corinthians 13 or thinking of love—how can you deny God’s hand!? Isn’t He amazing!?
Throughout our entire relationship, friendship, dating, timing/pacing, etc., I have never doubted God’s hand in us. He has made His presence abundantly known and has blessed us beyond what we deserve. Thank God for bringing us both to that small farm in Nebraska two years ago! :)
Now, at the end of my blogs, I will post a small update on our weekly lives (mostly for my family so they know what goes on from day to day). Feel free to tune out at this point :)
Friday nights are date nights in our house. This past Friday, C took me to a place called Mister Fish for the Mister Fish combo (fried fish sandwich, french fries, and slaw) and it was incredible! Best fish anything I have ever had. We took our food to go and ate it on a park bench at Lake Morton. After, he took me to Lake Mirror and we sat in the same place we did when my flight got in the first time I ever visited Lakeland. It was a perfect date with a sweet, thoughtful husband.
Sunday was our one year anniversary (from when we made the decision to pursue a relationship with the possibility of marriage). So, after deep cleaning the entire house (how’s that for romantic? Ha!), we feasted on corn dogs, tots, wings, and brownie sundaes. Can you tell which part was my idea? :)