There has been this growing infection all around us for many years now.
The disease is so common that I can name dozens of others who’ve experienced its toxic ooze, DIVORCE! Like many others, I am a child of the infestation. Divorce is so prevalent we have become numb to it as a society. From the beginning, Satan has tried to destroy what God has designed.
I hate to admit it, but I myself was married for 6 weeks and divorced. It took longer for the marriage to pass through the court system than we were ever together. Just thinking about that time in my life gives me the hee-bee-jee-bees! I was desperate and acting out of fear when I was married the first time. There wasn’t a wedding, we just got married. I didn’t wear a wedding dress, just a cheap ugly coral goodwill find. There were no flowers to be held & we had no wedding party. There was no reception, no attendees, & no honeymoon. I hated the ugly ring & I wasn't even attracted to the guy. Everything about the situation was wrong. The morning I was to be wed, I felt sick to my stomach. I knew it was the wrong choice from the moment I made it. I ignored all the red flags and proceeded without caution. HUGE MISTAKE! So, divorce it was.
During the divorce hearing, I found myself giggling like an idiot in the courtroom. The judge asked how we would like to "split our belongings". My brain exploded at the idea of how he thought the "whirlwind romance" (gag) could have even obtained any belongings. So, like the immature fool I was I said, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, WHAT BELONGINGS?”
The judge didn't find my sarcasm humorous, not one bit.
We walked out of the courthouse and said goodbye, and that was that. 12 years later and I haven't seen him since. Good riddance! I did however receive a text message from him one time, after he had apparently seen me while I was shopping with my children and my father. Not having the number saved, I responded, "WHO IS THIS?" When I received the response I shuttered and blocked the number. For two reasons, the first being that I am a happily married woman and the second because it reminded me of just how stupid I can be. At the time I was divorced, it just felt like an “Oops!” moment. All these years later, it feels like a stone in the path. Ultimately, I know now, that it meant so much more. My husband comes from a very strict religious family. My brief marriage nearly cost us our wedding. During our engagement, my husband and his mother were in conversation about our wedding. She compared gay marriage to that of a divorced person. He told me that she was saying that they could not attend either of such sinful events. She was unaware that I had been previously married. In their church, there is little acceptance for this. At the time, I was deeply hurt by it. I feel like it set the tone for my relationship with my in-laws moving forward. They had to sit in conversation and prayer with their church elders. Apparently, it was decided that they could in fact attend our wedding. We are grateful that they were there.
Today, I too believe that marriage and divorce are not to be taken lightly. I believe that the bond of marriage is sacred. I have not always believed that, obviously. As I have grown in my relationship with God, I find it harder to sway from Biblical values. I have been convicted and God is maturing me Spiritually. This has given me a better understanding of my in-laws and their strict beliefs. I am now able to respect their perspective whereas I used to be more liberal and would get my feelings hurt if someone's beliefs didn't coincide with mine.
My absence from social media tends to prohibit me from learning what's “trending”. (It’s truly a blessing) But, my occasional indulgence in YouTube allows me to view conservatives from the Dailywire (or similar channels) who review some of the current TikTok insanities. I recently found out that women are "going viral" for sharing videos of themselves being “trad wives”. (Not to be confused with trans wife - because that’s what I initially thought of!) A lot of these women are wearing dresses and aprons and have their hair nicely styled. I would not fully qualify as being a “traditional wife” because I lack nice hair and dresses, but in a lot of other respects, I am indeed a traditional wife. I'm sure my husband would love it if I had a face full of makeup on, my hair neatly styled, & wearing a beautiful dress when he got home from work. Unfortunately most days he comes home to a sloppily dressed & disheveled at times, leggings or sweatpants-clad wife. But I rarely fail to have dinner on the table and I’ve usually tidied the house a bit. I mean, everything always needs cleaned. That's life with a 2 year old. Maybe someday I'll step up my game. 🤔 Maybe not!?
Is a perfectly sparkling clean house even a healthy goal?
How the internet defines a traditional wife:
"A trad wife is expected to serve her husband, preparing food, clothing, and other personal needs. As a mother, she has to take care of the children and their needs..."- another source says, "traditional wives are married women - who choose to be a homemaker as a primary occupation..."
My husband and I just celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary. It's not often that I think of the length of time that we've spent together, but I'll tell you that some days it feels much more like a lifetime. Other days though, I feel like we barely even know each other.
We've been together a little over 10 years and, overall, time has flown by. I'm not sure who said, “The days are long but the years are short.” But whoever said it, was absolutely spot on! I don't feel that our story is really all that exciting and it lacks the appeal of romance, but it does certainly contain love, miracles, and perseverance.
To be honest, the first couple of years of being married to my husband were torturous. I cried myself to sleep a lot. At work during the day I whined to people around me about what a jerk my husband was and how miserable I felt. I daydreamed about divorce and how much better my life would be without him. I couldn't stand being around him. He was selfish, inconsiderate, and rude. He lied to me daily. The best part of my days were spent at work and I dreaded going home.
My husband had been a bachelor for 15 years. A majority of that time was spent drinking, partying, and being addicted to heavy drugs. Before I met him, he was in and out of prison, he had started and failed businesses, he had a child out of wedlock, and multiple engagements. His addictions spanned beyond drugs. When my husband began pursuing me, he was living in a halfway house. I suppose a "normal" (or healthy) woman would've run for the hills. I did tell myself that there was no way that I was dating some scallywag who lived in a halfway house. He and I were both in addiction recovery. I had been sober for almost 4 years when we got together. He had been sober for two years, but his latest drug charge had sentenced him to live in a rehab facility for the duration of what would have been his prison time. He continually pursued me on social media and I deleted his request to "be my friend" as if I was flicking a bug off my leg. At the time he began to pursue me, he had a girlfriend. (Um, no thank you!) I could very clearly see he was in a relationship from his social media photos. I most certainly was not interested in befriending some random dude with a girlfriend. I kept ignoring him and eventually, the photos of his girlfriend disappeared. We crossed paths at a couple of AA meetings. A few more friend requests later & I finally accepted. I agreed to meet him at church. (Safe space!) I was very nervous and not quite sure I wanted to begin this friendship. So the morning that I agreed to meet him at church he went in one door and I went in the other. I did my very best to avoid him. After the service, I ran into him in the lobby of our church. We both giggled like we were flirting at school and I told him to have a good day.
I have to laugh now, thinking back to that time, because my husband was 33 years old when I met him. I am now 34 years old. I cannot fathom pursuing a relationship at this stage, nor can I fathom giggling like a loon talking to someone. I'm grateful that I'm married. Dating at my age sounds dreadfully painful. I also have to laugh because of how silly we acted around each other! Neither one of us had great communication skills and we acted like a couple of high school children. But I guess when you've used hard drugs like we did, our brains probably looked like Swiss cheese, so it's no wonder we were babbling idiots! I agreed to be his friend and his friend only and we texted frequently. So frequently that one day I stopped to visit him at work, said something funny, and instead of replying with a laugh “My friend” literally said out loud, “L. O. L.” We both laughed uncontrollably.
A couple of months passed as we continued our friendship. We went to a Young Persons in AA conference in our state capital. We were at a hotel when he got a phone call from the man who ran his recovery facility saying that he had a new intake. The house manager thought it would be a good time for him to give up his bed! Like the wild animals that we were, I jumped in his arms and we shared our first kiss.
The rest is history or something like that.
My husband and I have been through the thick of it. Sometimes it seems like it has taken every bit of our 9 married years to get to where we are now. Before him, I remember dating a boy who's mom wasn't much older than he was. He didn't treat me well, she knew it, and she tried to encourage me to stay for the miracle in the relationship. In doing so she told me that she had been with her husband for 14 years and he was finally getting to where she wanted him to be. I remember thinking there was no way I could deal with her son for 14 years in the condition he was in. I wasn't strong enough to go through his hell with him.
(It's so important to know our worth and our limits!)
In the beginning of my marriage, our relationship was sketchy. The instability of it pushed some of our friends away. People didn’t want to be around our negativity. (Understandably!) We were a mess. I didn't feel loved by my husband & I lacked respect for him. We weren't friends & didn't enjoy each other. I used to list his wrongs and mistakes to people. Like, "Look what he's done now!" Some people would find pity on me. Others encouraged divorce. Ugh.
I have learned that love keeps no record of wrong, love endures, & love forgives. Love doesn't air it's dirty laundry out to co-workers & friends. Get a journal & a counselor!!
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. - 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7
I have been in abusive relationships in the past. I have been in relationships that did not involve love. I have been in relationships that I knew I had to get out of.
Our pastor married my husband & I in our church. We made a promise to each other and God. After my husband relapsed into alcohol, I didn't like what was happening in my marriage, but I never felt like I was supposed to leave. I had an AA sponsor that encouraged me to leave my husband on more than one occasion. She would say things like, "You didn't marry a drinking man, this is a deal breaker!"
I'm grateful that I did not take her advice. The life I live with my husband today is beautiful. I am glad that I did not leave my husband. I stayed for the miracle. God has worked miracles in him. I’ve been blessed to watch his progress over the years. He has come a long way. (We both have.) My husband was not abusive. I would never advocate for anyone to stay in an abusive relationship. My mother was murdered by her husband because she stayed in a bad situation. I have learned that you always have to have a plan B.
If you are not safe - get out!
With that being said, I feel that far too many people leave their marriages simply because they get their feelings hurt. There are not enough people out there willing to stick it out & stay for the miracle. People forget the "for better for worse" part of their vows. There will be worse & it can get better. Marriage takes work. Hard work. But the hard work isn't all day every day. It’s not always hard to do the work! There are so many beautiful lighthearted FUN moments in between the hard stuff. I'm grateful that I stayed.
Marriage - done right - means you have a best friend for life. If your spouse is not your best friend, switch things up. They should be.
My husband & I acted like we were enemies for years. The devil had his grubby little paws on us! We had to learn to laugh together. We had to learn to laugh at ourselves and not be offended if we laughed at each other! It happens. Life happens. We cannot take it so seriously. My husband has not always appreciated my stupid humor. I remember in the early days of our relationship, I would make jokes about things that he did not think were funny. He has grown to love my silly insanity. I have developed respect for him and stopped saying things that hurt him. We laugh together every day.
My husband is so human, he doesn't always say the right things. Sometimes he says nothing at all… and then there are instances like the other day… I had the flu. I had a migraine, so terrible that I could not open my eyes. I needed his assistance to make it to the toilet as my entire body ached. I was anxious while listening to him being frustrated with the children and grumping around the house. I felt bad that I had gotten sick and he seemed so upset.
I could have moved around the next day and then mad at him… But instead, I told him, "I don't think you were being very nice yesterday!" he was totally caught off guard… Surprised that I thought he was being mean. Sometimes we need to step back and put things into perspective. He worked 10 hours… Came home, immediately started helping with the children… Took our daughter to swim lessons… Picked up tacos to feed the kids… came home and got the baby ready for bed… He did all of the things. He may not have done it like I would do it, but he did all of the things successfully. After taking care of the kids, he went 12 miles back to the pharmacy to pick me up some electrolytes, medication, and a Covid test at 9 PM. And for the first time in 16 hours he came back home and sat down.
It is so easy to throw tantrums in marriage when we make it all about us. I know it's hard when we're sick, especially to consider anyone but ourselves. But it is so crucial in marriage to allow for grace in all circumstances.
After confronting my husband, he said, "I'm sorry. I was anxious. It's hard for me to see you in pain. I know you have a high pain tolerance. When you are hurting like that, I know it must hurt really bad and it hurts me. It makes me wince when you cry!" I thought that was the most kind and loving thing he could have said. Knowing that he felt so deeply for me, it made me feel extremely loved, and I was grateful that I had him by my side to care for me. Even if he lacks bedside manners! (lol)
When I'm sick I don't want anyone but him.
In general people want to be loved. But women have this deep inset desire to be loved, and wanted and protected and cared for by there man. Why do you think romcoms are so successful? Why do women want to watch Hallmark movies and go deep down the rabbit holes of romance series? It's how we are wired.
No matter what, I know my husband always has my back. He is my best friend & he would gladly go to bat for me. Having him by my side makes me feel safe. I've been seeing a lot of these feminists want to do it all on their own. They talk about “toxic masculinity.” Not me, I love knowing that my husband is home at night to keep us all safe. There is nothing more attractive & comforting than a strong masculine presence.
“A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer.” -Ecclesiastes 4:12
Submission can be a very hairy topic.
But I'd like to touch on it just briefly. In our house, we follow the order of God, husband, wife, and children. I believe this is the way it should be. My husband is the leader of our home. I love submitting to him. I can do this easily because I trust and respect him. He too submits to me in love. Together as a couple WE submit to God. Submission is a beautiful gift given to each other out of honor and gratitude for one another. We have no issue doing this, because we are best friends & we love and respect each other. Submission is a form of surrendering in love. Godly relationships are a nice mixture of desire & duty. In a healthy relationship you will have passion, but it will also require a lot of patience. It's okay for your spouse to challenge you. At times it will open wounds you didn't know you had. The beauty of marriage is that you can help each other heal those wounds. Submission is truly empowering. The discipline of submission frees us from self-centeredness and allows us to consider the desires of our spouse. Submission has nothing to do with being weak. It allows us to be strong enough to open our hearts.
“Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ. Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word…” (Ephesians 5:21-26)
Loving my husband makes me a stronger woman. I’m not talking about the heart-eyed emoji and butterflies in your tummy sort of love. (Well, I hope you have that sometimes!)
I'm referring to the ACTION of love. I have learned that love is the daily choice to take action to show my spouse that I love him. Being able to give him that gift has helped me grow as a woman. Choosing to love my husband and show him kindness - even when I feel like he doesn't deserve love! This has made me stronger and more mature as a person.
But now that we have mentioned the butterflies… My husband and I have been together for over 10 years, married for nine years. We are raising our three children and I have a stepdaughter that will be 20 this year. Even with all the kids and life stuff, I still look at this man and find myself incredibly attracted to him. He still kisses me goodbye every morning. He still hugs and kisses me when he comes home from work. There are days that he kisses me and makes me weak in my knees. Marriage - done right - means the butterflies are still fluttering and the fire is still burning. I hope to someday be one of those sweet little elderly couples that still hold hands, flirt, and smooch each other often.
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself for her. - Ephesians 5:25
I have been blessed with a man who has learned to lead me to a sense of calm. It wasn’t always this way, but my husband has learned over the years how to bring peace to my anxious mind. My husband is becoming wonderful at sitting in prayer with me during times when I feel overwhelmed. He hugs me, we pray, and sometimes he just leaves me to rest. I am grateful that my husband loves me enough to direct me to The Lord’s PEACE!
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27
Until three years ago, I had a job. We came to a place after our son was born that it just didn’t make sense for me to go back to work. It was nerve-racking thinking about living on one income. We didn’t know how we were going to do it - but we are getting by. My husband works hard for our family, and I am grateful for the time that I can devote to the children. But if anyone does not provide for his own family, especially for his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever. 1 Timothy 5:8
It’s okay to have rolls. All of this worldly fuss about not falling into "gender rolls", is just that, worldly. It's not Biblical. My husband and I have taken on “traditional roles” in our marriage. He handles the outside and I handle the inside. Of course, there are times when those roles overlap each other, and my husband helps with housework or I help with yardwork but - we help each other. We both love helping each other care for our home and caring for our property. Expectations are premeditated resentments. If I expect my husband to do something without properly communicating those expectations to him, there is bound to be hurt feelings and disappointments. One of the greatest blessings of marriage is being able to selflessly bless (or "do for") my husband out of love.
Remember that your spouse is not your enemy. The enemy will always be the enemy. Anytime we find ourselves believing the lies of the devil, it will feel like our spouse isn't our friend. If one spouse feels like they are "the winner", everyone is losing.
“Guys like titles. That’s not necessarily bad, as long as we remember that some titles—like Christ follower, husband, and father—mean more than others. That’s one reason God’s Word is so valuable.” - Manhood Journey
I have seen so much division between couples after becoming parents. The gift of children should further our unity. Don't get me wrong, life with children is busy and messy and loud. You have to be intentional in your planning for your marriage. You have to set your mom guilt aside and enjoy that quiet hour at the end of the day with your husband. My husband often feels overwhelmed after working all day. Our routine is very much the same day in and day out. Come home, change clothes, eat supper, watch the news… He is often overstimulated and uninterested in engaging much further. However, our children just want to be with their dad when he gets home. All three of them go running towards the door for hugs from Dad. After the evening rush and routine, sitting quietly by my husband and holding his hand is about all he can muster during the week. At times I have demanded his attention and love, which gets me nowhere and causes more harm! I am learning to respect and appreciate quietly being near him.
Your relationship is going to look and feel different with each phase of life.
We must learn to adapt to each phase as life changes.
My husband is an excellent father. Watching my husband become a father to our children has grown my love for him. As he matures in Christ, developing into the father that God intended for him to be, has intensified my love and respect for him. I had the honor of giving birth to two of our children with my husband by my side! Watching him hold our babies for the first time was the ultimate high! He has been with us every step of the way - providing for their every need! I love that my husband supports me as a mother. I love that my husband loves what my body is capable of doing. From giving birth to breastfeeding, he has been the ultimate cheerleader. The gift of children within the bounds of marriage is the greatest sacrifice of love to one another. There is no other experience in marriage that will bring you closer than having children together.
“When they're babies, a good father holds them, feeds them, clothes them, and provides for their every need. When they're children, a good father teaches them, plays with them, disciplines them, and comforts them. When they're teenagers, a good father listens to them, guides them, forgives them, and empowers them.” (YouVersion Bible App)
This selfless man has blessed all 3 of my children with love and devotion. My oldest daughter was two years old when we married. She was three years old when he adopted her. HE CHOSE TO LOVE, CARE FOR & PROVIDE FOR ANOTHER MAN'S CHILD! She shares his last name and he has been her dad since she was a year and a half old! He didn’t have to be her dad. He chose to be her dad. He didn’t have to fill in the gap for her. He could’ve loved me and said not his kid, not his problem. But he chose to love me AND my child. He went beyond the worldly standard. I praise God for this man. We praise God for him. He has devoted the time & energy to raising her that her biological father refused to give her. “The way to a man’s heart might be his stomach, but the way to your kids’ hearts is much more direct. You can sum it up in one word: Time.
In reality, nothing says “you’re important” to your child, like the time you spend with them. And, as Moses suggested in Deuteronomy 6, some of that time can be used as a teachable moment to ground your children in God’s Word.”
These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down, and when you get up. Deuteronomy 6:6-7 NIV
In my ugliest & most undeserving moments, my husband has been by my side. He has been there holding my hand & praying through the pain life has presented. There was a period in my life (before I met my husband) when I was suicidal. I would lay in bed and cry with a knife to my wrist. I’ve had seasons of depression throughout our marriage. My husband has not always been great at handling this. We went through a few years when all I could do was cry. He couldn’t stand to see me cry. He’d say insensitive things like, “Why are you crying now?” Have you ever heard women talk about how we have to “train” our men to act right? (Ha) It seems so silly, but it is so true. If a man grows up in a house that doesn’t talk about feelings, how to communicate, or how to treat a woman, you cannot expect them to just know how! In a relationship you have to have an open line of communication to express expectations and what is or isn’t acceptable. You also need to have honesty, GRACE, & a common understanding that you’re both broken. When two broken people bring their baggage together to unpack in marriage, there WILL be issues. It’s important to remember that your spouse deserves the same GRACE God gives you freely. Love without conditions.
"Stupid is as Stupid Does." - Forest Gump.
Sharing my life with someone who knows me through and through allows me to be the silliest form of myself possible, is truly a blessing. My husband and I often laugh uncontrollably & tell each other when we think the other is "being stupid." Ultimately we mean SILLY, but saying silly made us feel silly. So, we probably throw the word stupid around a little too loosely. But neither of us is offended by the fact that we can call each other on our idiotic moments. At times, when we need the other to be serious we can simply say what we need to the other. Like, "Stop, I'm being serious." It's that easy. I was in relationships before where I was not able to be myself. At all. There is absolutely no way I could've called my ex stupid and giggled about it. He demanded respect at every waking second. Not once did he show me love to get respect. I praise God that I am now loved so well that respect comes easy. My husband is not a romantic person. But he is my very best friend. Would I like it if he was romantic sometimes? Yes. Little gestures of love like flowers, little plants, a protein shake from the place that's "too expensive" or my favorite cuppa coffee once in a while, would be nice. But those worldly gifts aren't necessary to make a marriage last. Laughing at life and laughing through life with him is the greatest gift God could have given me in a husband. I love that I have the freedom to “be stupid” & not feel ashamed of myself. I also give him that freedom. Our shared love of 80s & 90s comedies helps us to joke throughout life! Stupid humor is gold. I have always been pretty tightly wound. I used to be very easily upset by the littlest things. I took life way too seriously. When we met, my husband was definitely more bothered by his surroundings than he is now. But he has always been much more relaxed about life than I am. As we have grown together in marriage we have learned a lot from each other. One of the things that I love most about growing together is that I have picked up more on his “who cares” point of view on things. It's funny because the things that he gets super worked up about, I can brush off. I tend to get worked up about things that don’t seem to bother him. We bring balance to each other.
Over the past 10 years, there have been a few times when God has very clearly expressed to each of us something HE wants us to do. What an honor it is to know that the Holy Spirit is speaking to us both. It sounds kind of stupid to say this out loud, but I always had this dream of being a “recovery power couple”. We have both experienced God's amazing power in sobriety. God has given us these big amazing stories and I never want to waste them. We’ve struggled over the years but we are at this really great point in life where life is good and we have seen God at work through each other. Maybe someday we will share in ministry together!? Maybe not. Whatever God has planned for us, I'm excited.
I have questions for YOU.
- What if, marriage still held value?
- What if, we made an effort as married people to show the world how beautiful marriage is?
- What if, we put forth a little extra effort?
- What if, we filtered what we consume from the world through a biblical lens?
- What if, we made the effort to continue to love our spouses and enjoy each other as we age?
- What if, we found ourselves growing more attracted to our husbands and wives over the years?
- What if, rather than allowing the world to tell us that we need something new, something different, something better, or someone younger… we poured all the energy we would use to move on ... into repairing what is in front of us?
Perhaps then we would see that marriage is truly worth it!?
Perhaps divorce rates would decrease?
If you find your marriage feeling sour or distant, if you’re having a hard time finding the desire to want to be around your spouse, first and foremost, pray.
Picture yourself, holding your marriage in the palm of your hand and setting it at the foot of the cross. Envision the mighty hands of God, picking up your marriage and blessing it.
Secondly, I highly recommend counseling. Even if your spouse is not open to the idea of counseling, seek counseling on your own. Pray that your spouse becomes open to the idea of counseling together. And if they don't, allow Grace for that. Encourage your spouse to also seek counsel from a pastor or a counselor who supports marriages. It is important to know who you're getting counsel from. Not everyone will be in support of keeping your marriage healthy.
There is hope for broken marriages.
There is hope for spouses who don’t feel an attraction for each other anymore.
Marriage can be redeemed. The spark can be ignited again. There is nothing more beautiful or powerful than two people who choose to never give up on each other.
I firmly believe that the connection between a husband and wife has to be wired through the power of the Holy Spirit. God must be at the forefront.
With God, all things are possible.
Pray. “Prayer is that mightiest of all weapons that created natures can wield.” – Martin Luther
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Let's pray for our spouses!
Father God,
We lift to You, the loves of our lives. We lift our spouses. We lift our best friends.
We ask now for Your Holy Spirit to fill them. Fill our beloved with Your Holy Loving Presence. Please bless them with eyes only for You, God.
Protect their minds from impure thoughts.
Protect their hearts from temptations.
Give our spouses a burning desire to pursue your word. Bless us with a true understanding of love for each other. Fill us with faith and trust. Give us grace for one another & help us to live in peace with each other. Help us to carry one another's burdens and weaknesses and help us to grow together in Your Strength.
Lord, we love You. We desire to know you more intimately. Give us a hunger for Your word and shape our lives to devote time to studying Your truth, together.
In Your precious son Jesus Christ's name, we pray, Amen.
“The end of all things is near; therefore, be of sound judgment
and sober spirit for the purpose of prayer.” -1Peter 4:7
Marriage is worth it!
But good marriages don't just happen.
It takes time, patience, perseverance, and a lot of prayer! Keep fighting!
This post was written in honor of my husband's birthday and our 9th wedding anniversary!!
Happy Happy Honey. I love you, Dear.
-Kelsey
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