This is long one, guys. Many thoughts. I hope you stick it out with me.
First things first: I am relentlessly and unconditionally loved by God, and have all I will ever need in Him.
Granted, we all were created with a desire/need for love by other humans. But when I expect from my husband what only God can give or be for me, the days are going to be slightly dreary. I’ll continually be disappointed, easily annoyed, and probably not very kind.
Within the first 6-8 months of our marriage, reality set in, graciously. Some of my expectations were:
- Expecting J to instinctively know how I was feeling.
- Expecting love to be a natural response instead of a fruit of the Spirit that must be chosen and cultivated.
- Thinking he would eat, live, and breathe romance. (Although the man is sweet.)
- Thinking that he would think like me. (I think more like him now, and I’m thankful.)
Taking him and myself too seriously, my righteousness becoming my marriage and not Christ’s work, holding him under standards set by me. Poor guy, what an impossible burden for him.
Being that we are married, there is a certain healthy expectation of each other. For example, I expect J to be protective of me. I expect him to love me through my ridiculousness, to desire my companionship, and to be in my corner. He expects me to pray for him, to care about what’s going on in his day, to support him. A beautiful union.
What a wonderful whirlwind Christmas weekend is! Am I right?
Christmas breakfast and lunch we spent with my family, and that afternoon we drove to Savannah to spend some time with J’s family.
It was a day of laughter, giving, light sabers, and delicious food. My cousins are my friends and my in-law family have become very special to me, so I felt surrounded all day by love and tradition and cheer (to add a little holiday cheese.) I love that even as a married adult, my parents still desire to create the same kind of Christmas as when we were kids. I know it won’t always be like this, the older we get, when we start having our own children, but right now it’s special.
When in Savannah we adventured around the marsh, played games, visited other family, and ate even more yummy food. I’m thankful for the friendships I have found in my new in-law family, my new siblings.
Those are the words that characterized my Thanksgiving week. (Besides family, of course.) How was yours?
We had quite the full week, as I imagine many others did. With both of our families in town, we pray for wisdom and grace in balancing time during the holidays. Coming off of it, I’m a little sleepy, but extremely grateful and full of joy over the time we had with our family. All the siblings came into town, we visited with aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents. We ate lots of delicious food and hung out by the campfire at night (because during the day is was 70 degrees! Hello, south Georgia). The guys went hunting and shot skeet. We — my sister, mom, and I — went shopping in honor of Black Friday, and watched Christmas movies as we decorated for December.