My kids recently came across our wedding video. Yes, you read that right, video. In fact, I had to explain to them what a VHS is. We then dug out our old VCR and showed them our wedding ceremony. As I watched my barely-adult-self stand before friends and family and commit the rest of my life to my husband, I heard the sounds of singing as the audience stood and sang the old hymn “Be Thou My Vision.”

Nowadays, weddings are so short, hymns or songs are rarely included in a wedding ceremony anymore. But for us, this hymn is one that defines and explains how our marriage has stood the test of time all these years later: Christ as our vision. “Be Thou My Vision” is a beautiful hymn, describing Christ as our everything, our complete delight, our treasure and our very heart. What does this have to do with marriage and why did we sing it at our wedding?

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20. May 2013 · Write a comment · Categories: marriage · Tags:

It was dinner time and I stood in the kitchen cutting up vegetables for a salad. Feeling bone weary, I prayed in my heart, “God, please bring my husband home from work on time tonight.” I stood in front of the sink to rinse off a cucumber and heard a loud crash coming from my boy’s room, followed by the sound of crying. Sighing, I turned off the water and headed for their room, still praying that my husband would hurry home…to read the rest of this post, visit CBMW, my writing home today.

The journey of faith is one of remembrance. And as I mentioned in last week’s post, forgetfulness can cause us to wander far off the path that leads us home.

Scripture is full of admonitions to remember. The Israelites celebrated various feasts during the year to remember all that God had done for them. Parents were instructed to tell their children the story of their redemption from slavery. Many events in Israel’s history were marked with pillars and monuments to remember what happened at a specific location, i.e. when they crossed the Jordan River for example. And Paul pointed back to the gospel to remind the Galatians of their freedom in Christ.

Daniel Taylor in “The Power of Words and the Wonder of God” says this about the importance of remembering, “When Israel remembered the stories that told them who they were, where they had come from, and who their God was, they prospered. When they quit telling the stories, they no longer understood who they were, and they invited disaster. The same is true of us.” And this, “The nation of Israel had a problem with memory lapses. The prophets (who were primarily storytellers) were always telling them to remember the stories of the past because they were the key to the present and the future.”

When I look back at the ways God has blessed me in the past, I can face the future with confidence, trusting in His future grace.

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Marriage is designed by God to be a visual reflection of the relationship the church has with Christ. And so remembrance is important in marriage as well. Just as the Israelites needed to remember their stories to keep them focused on their first love, so too in marriage do we need to remember our own stories. And just as the Israelites were prone to forgetfulness about God’s redemptive work in their lives, so too can we be forgetful about God has done in our marriage and the journey we have taken together over the years.

Since my husband and I had children, our lives have gotten caught up in all the activities and details of raising them. Sometimes we forget what it was like before, when it was just the two of us. We’ve forgotten the fun times we had as a couple. We’ve forgotten that we once enjoyed spending time together and that we had joint interests other than watching the boys play soccer or break boards at Tae Kwon Do. Our walls that were once covered with wedding photos and pictures of adventures in our college days, are now plastered with photos of smiling boys and their adventures.

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In an effort to remember who we are as a couple, I decided to make a ‘memorial’ wall of the travel adventures my husband and I have taken. Because one day, the kids will be gone and it will be just the two of us again. Will we recognize one another or will we be complete strangers? Will we remember the fun times we enjoyed before being parents? And will we face our future with confidence, knowing that more adventures and fun lie ahead?

I hope so. And just as I need to remember and reflect on the story of God’s love written on my heart, I look at these photos and momentos to remind me of our own story of love. Also just as with faith, this remembrance helps me look forward to the future of my marriage with hope and confidence.

How about you? How do you remember your story of love?

 

 

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Messy Marriage

Do you remember your marriage before having children? Is it just me, or is it hard to balance raising children and keeping a marriage strong?

When my children were little, I found it especially hard to focus on my marriage. All my energy was focused on taking care of children 24/7. Children are needy and often drain us physically and emotionally. After attending to their needs all day, everyday, there just doesn’t seem to be anything left to put into our marriage.

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I browse the card aisle, searching for the perfect one.

Can one card describe in words the last fifteen years of my life?

As I thumb through the one’s marked “husband,” the years scroll back in my mind. I see our first introduction; me a shy co-ed, barely turned eighteen. I recall early years of marriage when I struggled to adjust to a firefighter’s schedule. I remember his patience in listening as I shared my agony over trying to help a suicidal teen. The years pass by, and I remember him holding our first child-born after the second hurricane tore through our town. Memories came back of the stress on our marriage during those first couple years of parenthood. I remember too those rocky years when my depression had a stranglehold on my heart. And I can’t forget the time I brought tears to his eyes when I voiced my deepest pains about our marriage.

My mind speeds forward to our anniversary trip this past October. It was the trip we took to the “city of lights.” We explored the city, marveled at its beauty and found our identity again as a couple.

How to find a card that expresses the miracle of two wounded hearts trying to make a marriage work?

As I stand there, reflecting on the ups and downs we’ve experienced over these years, I realize just how miraculous it is that we’ve made it to this moment. I hold cards in my hand and count it as grace that I get to choose from so many.

It is a true act of grace from the Bridegroom Himself. Only Jesus can take what is broken and make it whole. Only Jesus can heal wounds two people inflict on one another. Only Jesus can make what seems impossible, possible.

I finally select my card with a grateful heart to the One who makes the miracle of marriage possible.

The morning came when we exchanged our cards. I opened the one he chose and laughter bubbled up from down deep. I handed him the one I had chosen.

He opened it and found-we had chosen the same one.

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Mail clutters my counters. There’s a laptop on the kitchen table where I need to set out dishes for dinner. Unfinished bottles of water remain where they were last used: the living room floor, the nightstand, kitchen counter and bathroom counter.

These are just a few things that irritate me.

Are there things your spouse does that irritate you? Little habits and idiosyncracies that you once thought would go away but now you know they never will? It’s irritations like this that can become fuel for a fire. Like the proverbial straw that broke the camel, the small annoyances we have with our spouses can become the very things that start an inferno.

When I see the evidences strewn around that my husband is home, I could stew. I could think thoughts like, “Who does he think I am, the maid?” or “Doesn’t he know how hard I work around the house?” If I don’t capture these thoughts and let them continue to churn in my mind, they will grow larger and more angry. These thoughts are guaranteed to be the spark that lights a fire.

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Sometimes choosing not to respond is an act of grace.

I had confronted him with an issue and he barely responded. I had thrown the accusing statement at him without any warning, tears streaming-the built up volcano’s lava of frustration and pain pouring forth. Giving me time to calm down, he returns later and with arms around me, he says, “I agree.” No excuses. No pointing a finger back at me.

There may be times when the best response isn’t one at all. A step of grace in the dance of marriage that only the humble dare to try.

Sometimes there are pains that can’t be held back. Sometimes there are issues that need to be discussed. Sometimes a problem has to be resolved. How does a marriage keep it’s balance in the face of conflict?

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