Skip to main content

Wedding Bells, Warm Fuzzies and Real Committment


I intended to post this two weeks ago just before the festivities began. But somewhere in the whirlwind of activity, I forgot. Don't ask me how I could forget something so exciting, even important things get forgotten in the midst of life.
It was a wintry zero degrees outdoors, yet there was a warm excitement indoors. The decorations were beautiful…The bride looked like a princess…My Knight looked particularly handsome in his black suit and I believe his eyes even teared a bit.

Our daughter said her vows. And a godly young man did too. They committed themselves to each other before God. Til death. This is a couple who truly seeks to honor God in their relationship. A rare jewel in our society. Watching them has been such a joy to my soul.

Weddings can bring about such warm fuzzy feelings about happily ever after, but marriage is so much more than that. Marriage is about commitment. Commitment to act in a loving way each day no matter how the other acts. And no matter how I feel. It is about serving together. Growing together. Sharing life together.
Marriage is used as a refining tool in our hearts. God uses marriage to teach us about love. About choosing to love. With an unconditional love. Loving no matter what.  He models this love He wants us to pass on to others. First and foremost to our spouse.

I think this truth often gets lost in in the whirlwind of day-in and day-out living. And in the midst of life, we forget. We forget that we are called to love. We forget all the things we appreciate about our Knight. What are you thankful for in him? What is one way you can show love to him, even when you don’t feel like it? Stop a moment and reflect. Ask God to make your marriage one that shines His light and love in a way your Knight can see.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Little Car and Learning to Trust

The telephone woke us. It was 1:15 a.m. Our oldest son was on the other end. “We need you to come pick us up. We hit ice and wrecked your truck. It’s not drivable.” My heart stopped. Relieved he and his wife were ok, I sent up a prayer of thanks. I jumped out of bed and gathered flashlights as my husband donned his coveralls, Carhart, hat and gloves. It was 31 degrees, a warm night for January in South Dakota. I sent up another prayer of thanks. Then I settled into my routine of pacing and praying. It’s what I do when I’m concerned and can’t do anything to help a situation. The phone rang again. It was my daughter-in-law. “I just need someone to talk to while Jeff is outside checking on the truck. I’ve never been in a wreck before. It is good we were on the bridge when we spun, otherwise we would have probably rolled.” I was so glad to hear her voice. So glad she was ok. She told me about what happened, then went on to tell me about her day. It had been her special day. Her Chr

Busy But Bored

Bored. To my mom it is a four-letter word. In our home growing up, a chore was promptly assigned to whoever dared to use the "B" word. "There is never an excuse to be bored. There are so many ways to entertain yourself. If you're bored, you need something to do. Now go clean the toilets." This is just one of the many valuable lessons mom taught me. Thanks, mom. Even though I have been trained to not use such language, the "B" word has come to mind quite often lately.  I'm bored. Bored physically. Bored mentally. Bored spiritually. (I seriously hope my mom isn't reading this or I might be cleaning until Ground Hog Day!) My days are busy, busy, busy, filled with three part time jobs, being a wife, mom and pastor's wife; so having nothing to do is not the problem. Most weeks I need an extra day or two just to make it to the end of my to-do list. Busy but bored. I used to sense God's call on my life; dream of the things He would do thr

Move Your Faith From Private To Public

Have you ever wondered about the Bleeding Woman in Mark chapter 5? While we are on the subject, I seriously think we should consider giving her a name, that’s not something anyone wants to be known as. Maybe we should call her the Woman of Faith... But back to the subject. Or maybe it is part of the subject now that I think about it. I’ll get to that in a bit. Instead of receiving healing and going on her merry way as I often do, she moved to a position of worship in front of Jesus. Her faith compelled her to go to Jesus for healing and her faith also compelled her to worship Him publically. I don’t mind God knowing about all my junk, but I don’t necessarily like anyone else to know. Are you with me? I tend to want to only show the good and keep the bad and ugly hidden away. Keep it just between God and I. To move in front of Jesus and publically worship for healing meant others would know her problems and that she needed healing. She opened herself up to the eye of