Tuesday, March 31, 2009
No Lorens Left Behind
The class did me a lot of good, actually. It taught me the basics of marriage. What does that mean? I didn't really know then, but I have somewhat of an idea now. This is what I heard:
Love is a choice. It's about sacrifice, compromise and blind faith. Inviting God into your marriage is a good thing. He helps seal your commitment and keep it strong. Marriage is not about a pumpkin-carriage, glass shoe, prince charming. Marriage is one way God reveals his love to humans. Marriage can glorify God.
These words didn't make sense until I was married for a while. Then when we started to face "stuff" as a couple, I remembered the words. The class set my heart in the right direction in preparation for marriage, but the learning didn't stop there.
Marriage is a life-long course. It has the potential to change you for the better, but it requires constant work and effort. Who cares what I got in that class 12 years ago? What matters is that I am growing spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually from this relationship and that my marriage reflects God's love, touching the lives of others in a positive way.
So far, so good. Case in point, Milk Man is bringing in dinner tonight. Eight years ago he wanted to "mold" the puppy Hell Hound into a well-mannered dog. (Shhhh! I molded him.)
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