Twenty two years ago I changed my name, my address and my life. I married a man that I admired and loved as much as my limited experience would allow me to. At the time I thought love was just a euphoric emotion. I had no idea how much sacrifice would be involved in maintaining the relationship that began with a kiss and a prayer. I had no idea how young 19 was.
My husband and I have been through a lot together over the past 22 years… job changes, address changes, sickness, the death of loved ones, the births of our two children and the list goes on. My husband sacrifices everything for our family. All the money he makes is invested in our lives. He takes complete responsibility for feeding, clothing and providing a home for our family. I am so thankful for him and so proud of him.
It seems to me that marriage is just not a priority for young people today. It seems that fewer young men are willing to make the sacrifices that my husband makes. In the 50’s, marriage was perhaps the most important thing to a young person. Here we are 60+ years later and marriage is irrelevant to many and redefined by others.
I’m not a salesman…salesperson. I will only recommend something that I have tried and proven to be good. Marriage is one of those things. I want my single friends to find their soul mate because my life is infinitely better now that I have found mine.
I know firsthand that there are people who are in bad marriages. I don’t believe anyone should stay in an abusive situation. I do believe that marriage takes three: a husband, a wife and God. God came up with the idea of marriage. He knows how His design works. He is there to provide technical support. If you’re not married yet, let God guide you in choosing a spouse and keep Him at the center of your union. If you are married and never included God in your relationship, it’s not too late.
I still believe in marriage and that ring on my husband’s finger is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s a symbol of our young love that ventured beyond the security of our parents’ homes. It’s a symbol of our maturing love that learned how to communicate the words that are the hardest to say like, “I’m sorry.” and “I was wrong.” It’s a symbol of our intimate, trusting love that doesn’t need words, and a symbol of our committed love that is not debatable, not based on emotions and has no loopholes. It means, I am his and he is mine. If you’re reading this, Sweetheart, I love you! Happy anniversary!
Mechelle, I love this, and I can testify from the standpoint of one who has been married for 34 difficult but wonderful years. I now watch my husband (who sounds much like yours in regard to giving his all for his family) who has been fighting back from Stage IV cancer and a horrible (5%) survival prognosis for over two years. Anyone who reads this, take a few seconds to imagine what life would be like without your mate. And thank God if you have reason to hope they will be with you for the long haul.
BTW I was just looking back at a post comment from you nearly a year ago at my blog, and you suggested I go to Storyshucker (Stuart Perkins’ blog). I intended to go, but must have gotten distracted or else don’t remember going. But I’ve just been reading there and I send you a belated “thank you” for pointing me in that direction! Also, a VERY belated but heartfelt “CONGRATULATIONS!” on your 22nd, and on your upcoming 23rd too!
Thank you, Julia. The Lord puts you on my mind and I pray for you and your family. 💗