Greetings, bloglings. I recently celebrated my one year wedding anniversary. So, I decided I wanted to share some of the vast wisdom I’ve acquired in 365 days of marriage. Surely when you read this blog it will immediately improve your marriage, even if you’re not married!
Now, in all seriousness, I am not actually claiming to be vastly wise, nor am I claiming to be a marriage expert. I will honestly say I have failed to do things I should have done and hope there are things I will still do or things I will become better at doing.
Alright, enough of my dawdling. From even before we exchanged our vows, I have tried to take seriously the part of scripture that says “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” (Ephesians 5:25) I’ve tried to think about what it means to give myself up for my wife. That could very well play out in the practical giving of my life to save hers, which I would readily do, but I wanted to apply this verse to everyday life. It could mean compromising one of my desires to please her. It could mean thinking of my wife first and my self last. It could mean I surprise her by cooking dinner or cleaning something etcetera etcetera.
Here’s the lightbulb-over-the-head of this post: I realized early and have recently reminded myself that the most real and everyday way giving myself up for my wife is to intentional do things for her that I don’t feel like doing. When I’ve had a long day and I’m tired and achy and just want to veg out, the last thing I want to do for my wife is (fill in the blank) so that is the very thing I do. Be it laundry, dishes, walking the dog, taking out the trash, running to the store– if your first thought is “Heck no, I don’t want to do that,” then you should probably go ahead and suck it up and give yourself up for your wife. It will show her you love her and certainly bless her heart.
This might not be everyone’s conclusion, so I want to hear from you! What do you think giving yourself up for your wife means?
I was outside today and I found myself staring at a tree in my yard. Some thoughts about this tree occurred to me. Firstly though, I must apologize to my faithful 3.4 readers. Life has gotten in the way of the time and inspiration to write. Little more than a few sentences would have covered any inspiration as of late, and I found that hardly worthy of a full blog post. So here I am, after a month, filled anew with thoughts worth conveying.
In our front yard are three large trees. Oaks, I suppose. 50 feet tall or better, I would estimate. They stand in a line, almost evenly spaced. The one to the far left has been dying for a while. It stands barely 20 feet tall, as it has lost many limbs. Each time there was a storm or a strong wind, it seems like we’d lose a limb. So, it’s fairly barren, and shorter than it used to be. The main mast is reduced, and there are just a few raggedy jutting limbs at the top. I’ve never really given this tree a ton of thought, or much more than a glance. I happened to be outside today and found myself staring at this tree. It’s the most amazing thing– despite everything I just described to you, there is a frenzy of young shoots and green leaves in the middle of this tree. So much that they cover and wrap the middle of the tree like a groomsman’s cummerbund. I thought it was rather amazing how much life is springing forth from the center of this old dead tree.
I spent a good deal more time pondering the parallel this tree is to our lives. To my life especially. I was dead. Reduced in humility. Storms had torn apart my branches and my bark was old and dry. I was quietly dry-rotting in shame and doomed to a slow death. Then, when there seemed to be no hope, Christ came and planted life in me. He revitalized my bark and young, green life begin to spring forth from my heart. He wrapped my center in only the kind of beautiful growth He could foster. Though I was dead and doomed to continue dying slowly, he brought me back to life and it was glorious. I’ve decided that this tree I once ignored and wrote off as dead and dying is now my favorite tree.
Hello Folks, welcome to me first post. I’ve tossed around the idea of a blog for a while now. I’ve always had ideas, but never really given much time to them. Well at last, to your supreme glee and satisfaction, I have started a blog!
I wanted to spend some time writing about what it means to me to take life one day at a time. The phrase might already be familiar to you. Maybe you’ve heard it or it’s something you’re already doing. To me, it’s something my Dad taught me and something I attempt to do every day, with different levels of intensity and commitment. Taking life one day at a time simply means that you live life to get through today because you are not promised tomorrow. It’s not that you don’t plan or that you live carelessly and indulgently because of tomorrow’s uncertainty, but that you don’t worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has enough worries of its own. (Matthew 6:34) It’s a way of thinking, a way of taking life and dealing with it. Let’s say you’re a recovering alcoholic and you are trying to set a goal for yourself. Sometimes the thought of making through a month or a year is overwhelming. You need to take it one day at a time. You ask God for the strength to make it through this day and you focus on this day. Don’t worry about how you might struggle tomorrow or the challenges of the next day. Take life one day at a time. Maybe you struggle with communing with God on a regular basis. Maybe you struggle with getting into the Bible or perhaps your struggle with anger or profanity or lying or stealing. Maybe you struggle with the mirror. Perhaps you hate your outer appearance, or perhaps you even hate your inner self. Maybe you can’t stop being sarcastic or pessimistic or self-defeating. Maybe you struggle with an addition to pornography, drugs, sex, cutting or violence. There’s a laundry list of things we as fallible humans face. Every one of these things can be taken one day at a time. You might fail tomorrow. You might fall flat on your face. Your only worry is that you make it through this day, hour, minute or second. God has enough strength to bring you through it all. It’s when you admit your weakness and need for Him- that’s when you find new strength. Don’t say to yourself, “Well, I think I can do (or not do) this for a week, but I can’t make it any longer than that.” Don’t think like that, don’t worry about that. You are struggling on your own strength. Ask God to bring you through this day and when you make it, thank Him, go to sleep and wake up the next day and do it all over again.
I struggle with keeping this mindset everyday, but I think it’s something that will help me in my walk through life and my walk with God.