I shared a few days ago that my husband and I went forward for prayer over our marriage. We did not have anything burning to pray about, but acknowledged that most anyone desires prayer over their marriage! The prayer the couple prayed over us has lingered. The fact they prayed for us to spend more time together, concentrate on our marriage, and have a date night once a week blew my mind. I was really into the prayer and seeking God, but I have to admit that when she said a date night once a week, I almost irreverently laughed right out loud. I thought to myself, “Like that will happen, right after we can all agree on the new health care bill.”
God, through conversation, thoughts, and prayers has shown us what we’ve reduced our time together as a couple to look like.
Parking lot and flea market.
When can Parish and I talk privately about dreams, visions, problems? On the rare occasion we are alone on the way to an errand and sitting in the parking lot of the store. Flea market? Well, humbly, I admit that my bedroom has become a flea market, not a haven. We have these piles, the laundry hits our room first before finding its home, clutter, DVDs, toys, books, papers, and what in the world is that? Some things are better just picked up, thrown away, and no discussion.
If God is in the business of lavishing His love on us, I have to say that marriages should be an example of this kind of love. I don’t want a parking lot/flea market marriage. Mind you, parking lots are functional, and flea markets rather fun. I know how to roll with it and maintain. Does God want something better? I pray He gives Parish leadership, me a willingness to change, and the confidence to MAKE the time for us.