From my own reading…
Douglas Wilson in his book, For a Glory and a Covering; A Practical Theology for Marriage, says,
“A godly marriage does not consist of this marital technique or that one. A godly marriage occurs when a man and a woman both die to themselves, and are raised to the life that seeks the best interest of the other in all things. This is the only kind of godly marriage there is…“
I am still learning…
The alarm clock is ringing..
I want you to stay a little bit longer by my side.
Oh, your warmth.
Beautiful marriage.
Our bed.
Our love.
Our story.
Words.
Kisses.
Hugs.
Holding hands.
Late at night.
You and I.
Us.
And this marriage draws us near to our God, our Creator.
It reminds us of the love of Christ for his Church, reminds us of the holiness of a Covenant.
Teaches us about love and love, and love, always love…
This marriage of ours teaches us to die to ourselves, to serve more, to give more.
Our marriage is a great opportunity, to understand more of Him.
One + One = One
Only because of Him.
The beautiful title on this post is an inspiration from Claire…(used with her permission….Thank you!)
I am now reading For a glory and a Covering. A Practical Theology of Marriage, by Douglas Wilson; I really recommend it.
This weekend we want to make some Christmas projects at home. We already started with a cookie feast…full of butter and sugar, icing and bright colors, friends and laughter…sweet memories.
I would like to start making a Jesus’ names garland, but most of all I want to make good memories while cutting it and measuring it; memories, always one more memory to install in their precious heart.
Bright, full of colors, sweet memories.
We want to have a delicious Saturday’s breakfast, but most of all, I want to be able to serve my family with joy and a smile. I want them to remember a Mom full of joy.
I may grab my watercolors or my scissors and my little red art notebook…but what I really do not want to miss is talk with my daughter, love her more while doing all these. I want to build memories. Bright and full of colors. Memories… always one more.
My Children are growing fast…too fast some times, but today is here and I want to be the kind of Mom that they will love and admire always. I want them to look back to this day…and think what a great time we had together.
I really want them to remember all the fun that we had while waiting for Christmas Day.
And one Saturday, it will be just my Beloved and I, just us, drinking our strong coffee…holding each other, filling the air of our home with all these precious memories.
Have a weekend full of opportunities to build long lasting, bright and full of colors, sweet memories.
A kiss, the touching of lips, the reaching of a soul.
A kiss to my husband, a moment of love. Our moment. Time stops.
No words are needed just a kiss….our kiss. Sweeter than honey, intoxicating love, all in a kiss.
My little girl’s kiss, so tender and fragile. So sweet and loving. Her face close to mine.
I can smell her hair, and she kisses Mommy. And I melt. I do not say a word, I just enjoy the moment, her little kiss.
Her eyelashes against my face, her little fingers running through my hair, another kiss...my day is full.
My young lady’s kiss, she is growing, how can I love you more? but still, she comes to Mom for a kiss. I need her, she needs me.
We hold hands, we are close, we whisper our love for each other.
Holding hands I kiss her forehead, I reach her heart. It is love in a kiss. Her head against mine… a sigh. Our season.
An honorable young son, his fingers draw a world outside ours. Fantasy takes over him.
Labour and dreams…all come together and kiss me.
He is now as tall as I am, his arms fully embrace me. His kiss fills me with joy.
We hold our faces together and see each other eye to eye. A kiss, a bridge, a moment to touch.
He is as tall as his Dad, he needs now to bend to kiss Mom; he holds my head with tenderly love and kisses my forehead.
He hugs me from behind, an unexpected kiss. Gratitude fills my heart.
A kiss and those words “I love you”, a treasure in a kiss.
Let us kiss…lips are for kissing. Love in a kiss, love with a kiss.
A reaching of the soul. A moment to treasure.
Thank you Lord for the gift of kissing.
This post is linked to an invitation from Kelly @ This Restless Heart , to bring out an older post… Thanks for the idea.
Marriage is one of the most beautiful inventions of God. I just love being married.
Being loved, and love. It seems, at times, like an everlasting love tale. His hand over mine and my body under his embrace. His prayers and hard work. He is my man, my beloved, my Amado.
Our marriage, so perfect, suddenly does not seem like that. I want to do something, noble indeed, godly, and Christian….but he says no. What is the response from my heart? He sends me a” kiss” through my phone…and I think.
Do I believe the Bible? Is Sola Scriptura a banner over my life and actions?
The Bible, the Truth, says I must submit to Him. Paul in the letter to the Ephesians (5:22-24) said:
22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. 24Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands.
Where is the blessing, the promise? Where?
It is just there, I just do not have the willingness to believe. As I submit to my husband I am reflecting the attitude that Jesus is expecting from His bride.
And what about the need I see outside? What am I going to do? Pray…pray and pray…God knows. He is God and is sited on the throne.
And again, do I believe in God’s sovereignty? Do I believe the doctrines that I say define my character?
It is not only kissing, and embracing. Those things which make our marriage godly are not those external signs. Jesus said that the world would know that we are his disciples when we love each other.
34 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. 35 By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
Loving God, loving Jesus, means on my daily way to heaven, to love my husband and honor his decisions. This speaks louder than a thousand “I love you”, more than kisses and embraces.
May the Lord help me to be a godly and submissive wife; a faithful bride, and great lover. A brave Christian woman who believes and acts according to her Credo.
This weekend arrived, and it was different. Saturday was busy not quiet, the week did not slow down.
I am learning, however, to enjoy the days just as they come; reminding myself that God is sovereign. He directs my life. I am not in charge...I am not the Queen.
Friday night, four little hands, made a delicious bread for all of us to enjoy. It was great to try it, while reading from the Word that nourishes our souls. How can I keep those moments in my heart always? How can I capture the smell of the bread made by my children, the laughs at the Family Table? I pray that God will never let me forget His grace in all those little things that made my life so full.
Saturday came; Big Son had to take his SAT…a moment I always thought was too far away, arrived. I just kissed him. Dear Husband and I left him and went to enjoy a beautiful time together. It was just us. Laughs and coffee, music and holding of hands.
All that this busy weekend has brought makes me think..that at the end, the memories will stay, and all four Dear Children will leave. This is what we are expecting, what we are anticipating. The smell of bread, the laughs,the beautiful sound of music; all will be with us, in our treasure chest where we are keeping all these beautiful memories.
It will just be us, Dear Husband and I. Our holding of hands, our laughs, out tears, our kissing. His music and my song.
I love you..I look forward to it.
“Yo soy de mi amado, y mi amado es mío..”
Cantares 6:3
I have found myself asking this question lots of times to little children, and it seems that many adult friends around us ask that same questions to my kids very often, it seem that we like to use that question as an ice-breaker; but today it has been different, I have several children, one is too little to know about the future, and another one is big enough to spend several hours collecting information about different colleges . And in between the two, without expecting it, I found myself. The question was for me. Perhaps to break an ice in me….
What do I want to be when I grow, grow up?
It is the first time that I ask myself this question. I thought I was already a full-grown up, full mom, full wife, faithful homeschooler. I am so happy, so blessed where I am now in my life, do I really need to think about this?
God willing, I will live many more years. What do I want to be when I grow up?
Thinking in the night, in my heart, I consider my life, my marriage, my children. I pray.
I want to grow up….to grow old holding my Bible, lest I fall.
Grow up…holding my husband’s hand. Feeling his embrace. I do not want to feel the cold.
Grow …grow, grow, grow…leave behind the child like attitudes that hinder my walk.
Grow up…to be a woman of God. To be wise.
Grow up..and don’t grow weary.
Grow in patience.
Grow in self-control. Grow up, and be quiet.
Grow up…
Only the Lord can make me grow. It is only in you, O Lord, that I can find hope.
God gives the growth.
