Confirmation in Unity

I was thinking the other day about how many times God has confirmed things between my husband and me over the years.

I would think I was hearing an instruction from God or Tom would...or one of us would be praying about something specific, and we would ask the Lord to show the other without us saying anything so that we could know that we know that we know it is His will.

He has been so gracious and faithful to do this. We shouldn't be surprised. He wants to communicate with us. He wants us to follow His plan.

Now I find myself in that place again. I thought I heard an instruction the other day. I hope I did. But, honestly, I'm a bit cautious and wanting to know for sure if it's God because I have a lot of emotions regarding this.

So I wait.

I pray.

I thank God for speaking to my husband and leading us.

I thank God for a husband who seeks the Lord.

I want us to be about our Father's business together.

In unity.

In harmony.

Speak Lord.

Please Don't Settle!

Do you ever wonder about your marriage? Do you ever think about where your marriage is and think is this as good as it gets? Do I just need to be content with this?

I had a friend contact me the other day asking these things. She has been married for over half her life now. Her husband is what you would consider a "good man," by many people's standards. Their home flows and functions and they move through each day.

He works; she works. He does things around the house; she does things around the house. He helps with the kids; she helps with the kids. They have sex regularly.

On a daily basis, they do what they need to do. They get the to-do list boxes checked off and meet the deadlines, bringing home the bacon and paying the bills to enjoy their "American dream."

From the outside, it looks like everything is fine. They don't scream and fight in front of everybody. They are pleasant. They go to church. They lead in the church. Their children are sweet, beautiful, well-dressed and groomed kids. They are obedient and respectful to others.

Everything seems good. So, why is she asking me these questions?

Because when they finally got away for a much-needed break from the busy life and all the daily requirements, she realized they didn't know how to be together. 

When the kids were taken out of the equation...when there was no string of daily tasks to do and they were left with quiet, calm, time together, they didn't know how to handle it.

This prompted her to ask is this as good as it gets? Do I just need to be content with what we do have?

It pained me to have to sit there pondering how to answer this question. On one hand, I wanted to tell her to just be thankful for what she has because so many don't even have that. But, on the other hand, I wanted to shout, "Noooooo!"

In the end, I did say, "No, that's not as good as it gets. Don't settle." 

Of course, I did say more than that and we are still talking, but in short, I had to say what I knew to be God's truth.

You see, my husband and I have done it that way. We have merely coexisted, but we have also worked very hard to get past difficult things and learned to communicate effectively. We have together decided that we aren't going to settle for just doing life under the same roof.

My husband and I have decided to continue to learn about one another, to not be afraid of making each other mad, rubbing the other the wrong way, saying what needs to be said to bring understanding. We have watched other couples, and we talked it over. We have no desire to be a couple who has no friendship.

When we get away from the kids and life's daily responsibilities, we actually enjoy being together. We still have things to talk about. We like to go to new places and see new things together. We discuss what it will be like when our children leave our home. We don't dread that season. We think about all the things we can enjoy together.

So, when my friend asked me if what she has is as good as it gets, I had to truthfully say no, no it's not and I don't believe God wants anyone to settle for a marriage like that.

Does God want you to be content? Yes. Yes, in all things and situations. But that doesn't mean to settle and never pursue how to love fully and passionately.

Be Bold!

Good Wednesday to you friends :)

Just a bit ago I received a text from my hubby that said, "Praying for you."

There is probably nothing that Tom does for me that means more than praying for me.

That wasn't just a random text.  That was a reminder that he heard what I conveyed through a text to him last night.

I am going to a pretty big check-up today to see how all the surgery stuff is coming along.  Ever since my surgery in July, I've been dealing with some anxiety attacks when I go into doctor offices.

It doesn't matter how much I tell myself everything is okay and to calm down.  My body just physically has been responding with shaking and sweating and my heart races.

Tom has been with me and witnessed this, so when I sent the text last night before bed to pray for me as I go to the doctor tomorrow, he didn't just respond with, "ok" or "I will."  He responded with an actual prayer that I could read.

Then today, as he is in another state with work that is probably consuming his brain, he took the time to stop and text me that he is praying for me.  Right then and as I go...and as he works...

I don't know that I can even express why this means so much to me. Of course we all like to know we are thought about during someone's day and that we mean enough that they would stop just to let us know, but what this makes me feel is beyond that.

There is just something so sweet to my soul that I experience when Tom prays for me.  To me, when he lays his hand upon me and calls out to the God of the universe on my behalf, allowing me to hear his inward thoughts, I don't know...it's just so intimate to me...more than anything else.

Hearing Tom pray fills me with hope, peace, and security.  

I really enjoy when he surprises me with a gift that he remembers I mentioned I would like.  I love when, even though he is tired himself, he will clean up the kitchen after I've cooked or just had a long day.  But, when he prays over me, it just blesses me in ways like nothing else can.

Maybe it's because the position of prayer to God is so vulnerable. Maybe it's because men don't often easily let us hear what they feel. Maybe it's just because it makes me feel like I'm pretty special to him that he will take the time to go to God on my behalf.

All I know is that it is like the best gift...the best kiss...the sweetest surprise...all rolled into one and my soul feels like it is bursting with love.

I remember a time when Tom told me it was hard for him to pray with me because I love to pray and he thinks I do it "better" than him.  Of course, that made me chuckle, but it was a real roadblock for him.  After I explained how his praying over me made me feel, he began to do it more and more.

So, today, I challenge you to take the time to push past awkward, throw off self-consciousness, and let your spouse hear you cry out to God on their behalf.  

I truly believe this is one of the most powerful things a husband and wife can do together to bring unity in their marriage...which extends to their family, friends, church, community...

Be bold today! 

A Matter of Choice

On Sunday afternoon, my husband and I entered into a discussion while out driving.  It didn't last all that long, but it sure accomplished much for my heart and hopefully for his as well.  It brought understanding and showed us how to pray for one another.

I had to say some things that I wasn't sure he would take well.  I mean, I always know that I'm blessed with a man who listens more than he talks...who seeks to understand me...who thinks before he speaks (sometimes so long that I wanna smack him! :)...who truly wants to do what is best for others and himself.

But, even after 20 years of being together, I still get nervous to say things sometimes.  I wonder if he does too.

I wasn't always good at just coming forth and saying what I was thinking or feeling.  From past experiences, I was afraid of rejection or attack and trapped in insecurity.  Wow, when I think back on how much easier our marriage relationship would have been if I could have communicated better!

It's been a lot of work to get to where we are.  Well, more like a lot of choices.  I've been speaking to some women and girls lately about just pushing past what feels awkward and choosing to do what needs done.

If we could all get to a place where we could speak the truth in love with one another!  Shew...can you even imagine how much better life would be?

That in love phrase is the kicker part though, isn't it?  

Many of us, if we can be brave enough to speak up, usually don't do it "in love."  It is usually in haste or disgust or frustration...

I found myself wondering today how different the drive Sunday with my sweetheart would have been if either of us hadn't chosen to speak in love.

I bet we wouldn't have come to the realizations and resolutions we did.  I bet one of us would have cried.  (Of course I mean Tom!)  I bet our kids would have felt that sick-to-your-stomach feeling I always felt (and still feel when people get ugly with each other).

How much different would our home be if we hadn't taken the time to learn what we have from leaders and books and friends and each other???

I look around me and see so many people in turmoil.  

I see men who look like they are brooding and angry at the world, dreading to walk into their home each night.

I see women with pursed lips and glaring eyes and hear their mumbling under their breath toward their husbands.

I see children who look like they are holding back tears and scared to utter a word or do something wrong...like they have to walk on eggshells all the time so they don't play a part in rocking the boat.

My husband and I aren't amazing people.  We aren't doing anything that others can't do.  We just chose to learn how to handle ourselves differently.  Then we chose to humble ourselves and walk out what we learned.

Sure we mess up.  We certainly don't always agree.  We just love each other and our children enough to stay determined to have a happy home.  

No matter what that takes or how we have to crucify our selfishness, we are resolute in this stand for our family.

Some things really are a matter of choice.

No Greater Love

It is now August! We've been out of the loop for a while... getting ready for my surgery, dealing with my surgery, and surviving through my recovery.

I'll share more details about the surgery on our family blog, but what I'd like to say here, on this blog about our marriage, is that I am blessed with a wonderfully caring husband.

In short, there was a complication in my surgery that, in a matter of moments, took my recovery from one level of neediness to quite another.

Tom is my rock. He keeps me grounded, focused, and calm when chaos ensues.

He never showed anxiety through this whole ordeal. A lot of that is just his natural personality and the result of being raised in strong faith and not fear. However, even in times when things have unnerved him, he just stays peaceful under pressure with me. It's such a gift to a wife who has struggled with anxiety for so long.

There were moments during this surgery season when my body was literally quaking and my mind felt like a fog had set in for the duration! I felt confused and weak, overwhelmed and exhausted.

And no matter what, there he would be...my husband, ever present in my time of need.

He would speak. He would gently touch me. He would pray over me. He would bring my focus back and calm me down, reassuring me that everything would be okay...that I would be okay and that I was not alone.

A complete hysterectomy with the complication of an accidently severed ureter has been a humbling and hard experience. To have someone so resolute and compassionate by my side made this whole thing much easier to endure.

My husband has served me in every way imaginable in a recovery, and he has done so with a joyful heart. Even when I was snippy with my tongue from pain or melting down in tears through a hormonal sweat, Tom has been nothing but loving and patient.

He has bathed me, fed me, massaged my aching body, changed me, emptied a catheter bag...he has "washed my feet."

I have thanked him many times. His response: "I'm just trying to do what I believe you would do for me. "

And I would do all those things for him. That's what makes our marriage what it is. There's nothing magical about it. There's nothing we do that others cannot. We simply choose to lay down our life for our friend. Greater love has no one than that.

I rejoice that we have learned this lesson because it sure makes weathering life's storms much easier!

Thank you my love. 

I treasure you.

I Was Injured...Injured Bad!

Ever wonder how even just one comment can cut you to the quick?

The other day we journeyed out as a little family to run some errands, buy some boy shorts for the ever-growing weeds, and have some lunch...you know, an actual sit-down-as-family meal (because with a traveling hubby/daddy that doesn't happen often for us).

It's not enough that it's so scorching hot outside and just walking from a building to the vehicle makes your clothing damp.  Or...that the children still pick at each other in the backseat.  Noooo, then your knight in shining armor has to go and say something that sounds rude as all get out and makes your head about snap off as you whip it around to give him the glare of death!

Are you kidding me???  Did you really just say that to me?

It never ceases to amaze me all the horrid thoughts that run through a human head in a matter of seconds!

Wow, words are powerful.  Throw in tone of voice and facial expression and you can have a real whopping good time of injury!

Of course throw in agitation from hormonal sweating and mood swings and the fighting children and you can also have a whopping misunderstanding.

Well, I hope the man can at least be thankful that I react better than I use to :)  Poor ole thing.  I don't know how he puts up with me. (But he best not say that again!)

:) :) :) :)

(Tom, if you read this, picture me with my hand over my heart in pain please! bhaaaaa)

Like A Comfy Shoe

So husband and I just returned from the posh trip he earned at a stunning Mexican Riviera resort. My oh my was that place something!

It was great to have nearly a week alone together without the distractions and busy schedules of real life.

I think what I love most about times like that is seeing how much we enjoy being together just as a couple. It's very easy to get so caught up in the daily grind that you lose any real depth of friendship with your spouse. It's like after children come along, most of your conversations and interaction is around them or about them.

It takes devoted intention by both people to remain connected and intimate. I really believe the work my husband has always done has helped us to remain dedicated. For years, he went to sea for months at a time and now he is gone the majority of the week. We quickly realized that we didn't want the time we do have together to be filled with fighting over trivial things or wasted.

As we were together on the trip, hanging out with his coworker, whose wife walked out on him after 25 years, we both found ourselves feeling very thankful.

We agreed that it was nice being with someone we are so comfortable with. We don't want to date again or get used to another person. We enjoy what we have...like an ole comfy shoe!

And I love that there are still things I'm learning about the man I have treasured for twenty years of my life!

Marriage is so beautiful when both parties are willing to give it their all.