Love And Marriage

        I recently attended the wedding of my niece to a wonderful Godly young man. It was a grand, celebratory occasion. I gathered with two of my kids, including my engaged son and his finance, my sisters and their husbands, and my brothers and their wives. We sat around our table laughing and remembering the crazy things that happened at our own weddings. I reveled in the fact that all us are on our first and only marriages and all lasting many years (from my little brother at 15 to my oldest sister at 43 years). During a lull in the conversation I glanced over at the bride and groom and smiled at the look of promise, hope, and love in their eyes.

        Thirty-two years ago this July, I was one of those brides. Looking back I realize how little I knew about marriage. Not long after our wedding, I came to realize that marriage is not all romance and flowers, and my husband realized that I would not always be at the door when he came home with dinner on the table and slippers in hand. 

        Both my husband and I have had to adjust our expectations of marriage and our life together. I thought he would always pickup his own clothes, he thought I would always put the cap back on the toothpaste. We both thought our spouses would always put our needs above their own. Somewhere is the process of the "Will you marry me?" and the "I dos" we forgot we each were marrying sinners. Fortunately, we are sinners saved and sanctified by a longsuffering God who refines us continually.

        I wince at the line in so many movies where two people are seeking their soul mates. I am not sure we marry our soul mates, but I know that we can become those soul mates for one another.

        God's plan for marriage is to use us and our spouses to sanctify each other. Like sandpaper on wood, we rub, scrub and scour one another within the most intimate of relationships this side of heaven. We chafe, we irritate, we sin, we repent, we reconcile, we are changed. And it is all part of God's plan.

        I think we have bought into the false notion that marriage will be comfortable, easy and we will always get along and agree. I've heard friends say, "it shouldn't be this hard!" In his book, What Did You Expect, Paul Tripp says "God has designed marriage to be one of his most effective tools toward personal holiness. Your differences and difficulties that they place you in are not a sign that God has forgotten you…they are not an interruption of his plan; they are part of his plan. " Paul also says "when viewing our differences in marriage it is important to remember that these things are not to be viewed as the potholes to be avoided on the road to a good marriage but as effective instruments of change in the hands of a loving, wise and faithful Redeemer. "

         When I came to see God's true purpose for me in my marriage, it changed my point of view drastically. I stopped trying to be a better wife and mother and focused instead on becoming a woman of God pursuing holiness, which made me a better wife and mother. It became not about what I was trying to do, but what God was doing in me. Because God loves me, I then want to respect and love my husband and live out the gospel in my marriage on a daily basis.

         Balancing family, an outside, job, and ministry life as a young woman was difficult for me for many years. I often felt cheated out of "me time"; resentment would grow, and I would neglect nurturing the one earthly relationship that God views as "Holy." I am thankful for God and my husband helping me to root out my sin, thankful for confession, repentance and reconciliation. I am thankful that because of their patience and love I now see a bit more of Jesus in me.

        I am very fortunate and blessed that I married a man who was also committed to allowing God to refine him. Confession, repentance, and reconciliation have become a part of our relationship. He is committed to loving me as Christ loved the church, and I am committed to respecting him, both out of obedience to God. We have learned to major on the majors and not on the minors. We have learned that our differences are often a matter of tastes and preferences. If the clothes do not make it into the hamper it is ok. It is not a statement on our relationship.

        I Corinthians has often been called the "love chapter" and is read at many weddings. I love the way it is worded in The Message Bible,

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.

Love doesn't strut,

Doesn't have a swelled head,

Doesn't force itself on others,

Isn't always "me first,"

Doesn't fly off the handle,

Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn't revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

      You can hear many statistics on the divorce rate in America both in and out of church. I don't know why some marriages fail and others succeed. I only know why mine has and it is summed up in the last verse of 1 Corinthians 13…

Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly ( I Cor 13:13). 

 Now that's great marriage advice.

Wrestling with God

"So Jacob was left alone. Then a man wrestled with him until daybreak. When the man saw that he could not defeat Jacob, he struck the socket of his hip so the socket of Jacob's hip was dislocated while he wrestled with him. Then the man said, 'Let me go, for the dawn is breaking.' 'I will not let you go,' Jacob replied, 'unless you bless me.' The man asked him, 'What is your name?' He answered, 'Jacob.' 'No longer will your name be Jacob, 'the man told him, 'but Israel, because you have fought with God and with men and have prevailed.' " Genesis 32:22-32


Have you ever felt like you were wrestling with God, wanting answers, wanting a blessing as Jacob did?
Fifteen years ago I had my own Jacob moment. My husband had just resigned as pastor of our church after ten years of faithful service. Conflict was dividing the church body and we thought it best to step down. Although it was our choice, it was still a very painful decision. For a ministry family this meant not only the loss of a job, but also the loss of our church, our place to worship, and many of our friends.


So many losses all at once left me reeling and confused. Wasn't God supposed to keep bad things from happening to me? I had dedicated my life to serving Him, my family and I had sacrificed much for "the ministry", and now we have lost it all. Where was God in all this? Thus began my night of wrestling with God.
My "night" lasted almost a year as I wrestled with God for answers. Why had this happened, why me, why now? I felt as if everything I knew about God was being tested; his goodness, his sovereignty, his love for me. It was as if I woke up after a wonderful wedding and honeymoon to find myself married to a stranger. And that stranger was God.


Jacob's night of wrestling continued until daybreak loomed (Genesis 32), and when the angel saw that Jacob was not going to give up, he dislocated his hip. Still, Jacob held on. His wrestling turned to clinging until the angel pleaded, "Let me go." "Not until you bless me, replied Jacob." "No longer will your name be Jacob," the man told him, "but Israel, because you have fought with God and with men and have prevailed." So Jacob called the place Peniel,] saying, "It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared." The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip."

Jacob was a changed man after his night with God. No longer was he called Jacob which means schemer, but Israel, which means literally "God fights". This name replaced the name Jacob; it was both a promise and a call for faith. In essence, the Lord was saying that Jacob would have victory and receive the promises because God would fight for him. Jacob's walk with God would never be the same.

 As dawn appeared on my night of wrestling, I too was weary of the fight. My wrestling turned to clinging and then to resignation and acceptance. When the night was over I had no more answers to my questions than when it had started. 

Catherine Marshall said, "I need you and your presence in my life more than I need understanding…I trust You to give me understanding and an answer to my Whys only if and when You choose."

God choose not to answer my whys. His reply to me was, "I AM GOD, that's all you need to know."

  I have found that in my darkest hours, God has been silent. I have yet to understand why, but I know that in those days my faith narrows so that I focus only on Jesus. My faith seem to go backward as I cling to His promises with a baby-like faith that says, "I don't know much about You or what You're doing, but I know I need You."


I did not come away from my experience with a limp but my walk with God was also changed. I no longer had the confident sometimes cocky walk of one who "had all the answers." My walk was slower but surer. I believed in myself less and trusted God more. My circumstances had not changed but my heart had and I could say with confidence as Habakkuk did:


Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. Habukkuk 3:17-19