Color me a wee bit excited…my hubby is home. In a way I feel little like the small dog in a Kibbles ‘N bits commercial. All wiggly and hyper. He’s only been gone for 10 days, but in some ways it felt like longer. I got home from work yesterday and there he was watching movie trailers with the girls on the computer…be still my heart he’s back where he belongs. We got to go and enjoy a nice sushi dinner at our fave local sushi joint, and then we dropped the girls off at the theater while we went home for some one on one (if you know what I mean…wink, wink).
I’ve been married to the man for almost 19 years and he still makes my heart melt.
Our beginning wasn’t so auspicious, but we’ve made it thus far through determination, love, and an abiding respect for the 3-strand cord that runs through our marriage – God, Shawn & I. In Ecclesiates it states that “a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.” (Ecc 4:12; NLT), and it is very true. If it weren’t for the third person, God, in our marriage, I’m not sure if we would’ve made it thus far. Can anyone else relate?
The health of our marriage is Shawn’s & my responsibility, but God has the final authority in it. He is the one we turn to when there are big (& little) decisions to be made.
God has carried us through work droughts, conceiving children, miscarriage, several moves, family strife, and so much more. There were times when one of us had grown cold, or distant, in our relationship with God; when one became a frayed or broken cord. At those times the other clung fast to God & His promises until that cord was repaired.
He is the glue in our marriage. Our ‘raison d’etre’ if you will. He has kept the wolf from the door, kept my children and husband safe, and held us all in His very capable hands. He is Lord in & of this house.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, excuse me, I hear my husband calling….