As our anniversary of twenty years of marital bliss approaches, I reflect back on the day my husband proposed to me. Ah, I remember it as if it were yesterday.
I had just found out I was pregnant and was pretty upset. We already had three kids between us and we were twenty two and twenty three years old. We were in the car talking and Steve says “well, do you want to get married?” And I sweetly yelled “not if you don’t want to!” So, sixty one days after his divorce, we were married! Does this sound like the makings of a bad country song, or possibly a Jerry Springer episode to you? If it doesn’t then I’m concerned for you.
Twenty years later, we’re still together, and way more in love than when he “proposed”, and I use that word loosely. I could go on all day about all the things we’ve been through, like when he would do something ridiculous and I would tell him to leave, then give him a list of places he was “allowed” to go. Or like when his lack of communication skills caused me to bust down the bedroom door, and those are the mild things, not to mention, just the tip of the iceberg!
What’s important is, how adding God to the mix caused us to see each other and our marriage totally different. Neither of us asked God if we were the right ones, but thankfully, He met us right where we were. And by experiencing the only true love, the love of Christ, God was able to fix what we mangled up.
Do we have the perfect marriage now? Highly doubtful. I do know this though, as long as we keep our focus on God, we’re going to be together for a long, long time!
“But at the beginning of creation God ‘made them male and female’. ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” Mark 10:6-9