Love and Marriage
Life with a junk food junkie and a raw vegan wannabe [emphasis on “wannabe”]. (A recent date night photo. Yes – we are different…and a lot alike.)
The stacks of books I have on parenting and marriage…they give testimony to something. I’m not sure what. Inadequacy? Maybe. Maybe – definitely?
I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage advice lately. There is a lot of good advice out there, but the thing that I keep circling back to is this:
“Solus Christus” – (In Christ alone.)
In Christ alone can our marriage or parenting get better. Identifying 10 steps or 5 languages, they can help, but only so far. We all are as unique as snowflakes, and the problems that emerge when you pair a couple of us together – chock-full of intricate complexities.
I don’t know about you, but my best efforts can often leave me flat on my face.
So when it comes to marriage, the best advice I’ve ever heard is this:
PRAY.
When your pride can’t let go, when you just don’t have the grace, in the middle of an argument – Pray.
Pray together. Pray on your own. Pray any way you can.
Resolving to resolve?
I’m often helpless without his help without bowing down to remember that I am the debtor that has been forgiven much!
Is there a problem that is too big for God?
Dive into his word. Dive into conversation with him. The only answers specific to your unique-snowflake-combo-life are there…from the creator of all things!
Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.
a Rearranged Life 
I love this! Recently The Lord has been showing me that the very traits that drive me batty about my husband are the very traits that I can rely on in times of crisis to pull us through, such as his refusal to bow to emotion and his adherence to “logic.” Of course there’s a time and a place for everything, but it sure makes me love him more when I can see the other side.
No truer words! My husband does not church with me and my daughter with CP. I don’t blame him. I changed the rules. Church and faith didn’t matter to me 28 years ago when we met. I went through the motions of church when our girls were born. Then faith and my relationship with God mattered seven years ago because I heard Him speak to me. I continually pray for my husband’s heart to soften so that he can hear God speak to him. Prayer matters, even if it doesn’t to one person in the relationship. Keep praying indeed!