Monday, October 18, 2010

Marriage - Praying

I'm sure this will be the first of many posts on marriage.
When I first got married - I had no clue. I was not the person I am now and so there were lots of growing pains, but I wouldn't change it for the world!
However, when I first got married my husband was more spiritually aware than I. I think I resented his spirituality because he always belittled the angle I came from which was of getting things done. He used to make fun of me and called me "Martha". I found it hard to pray with someone like this about deep things - because to my mind Martha served a role, just as Mary did. And without Martha so many things would not be done. I guess the resentment came in because at that point in time there didn't seem to be an appreciation for what I/Martha was bringing to the table.
And then we had children, and it seemed like Martha's work increased exponentially.
Praying together is one of the most intimate acts of marriage and it did not come naturally to me.
All I know is as the Lord worked on me, the resentment disappeared and the gentle and kind communication increased to the point where its much easier to pray together.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Things that make me go Hmmmm....

Well, keeping in mind the genesis of this blog, I often wonder:
Why we let death tear us apart instead of bringing us together?
Why we can't speak our truth and know that it will be received? (Maybe I shouldn't wonder about the receiving part...)
Why we don't accept that death is part of life?
That if God calls someone away it's God's will?
Why we sometimes weep as those that have no hope?
Why didn't we appreciate the dead one when he was here and now that he's gone we want him back?
Why are things never as they seem?
Does one ever know their purpose in life?
Does purpose change based on the stage you're in?
Is purpose definitive?
Do you really need to know your purpose?
What does it mean if you've never had a fight about the toilet seat with your spouse?

Things that make me smile randomly:
I am loved.
Someone thinks I'm beautiful all the time, not just when I make an effort.
Memories of delicious hugs and kisses.
Living by faith in God (not anything or anyone else) - truly living by faith seems so stupid to those who watch you. It doesn't add up but I'm all in.