I cried buckets of tears today on a tough and emotional ride. If you know me at all, you would know I do NOT like roller coasters. But, life isn't an easy ride for most of us. We go through periods of sadness, confusion, loss, pain, anger, and guilt, to name a few.
If I could wave a wand and make everyone joyful and content I would!! But in a world of sin where we are not perfect and this magical wand doesn't exist...we face many trials. Daily.
Every day we have decisions to make.
Because of this, it is of utmost important to start our day with God and end our day with Him.
If we can, and I know we can, it is wise to pray throughout the whole day, before any decision, and to search our hearts before speaking.
Sometimes we don't realize or we forget that every day is a spiritual BATTLE and the closer we get to God's will, the more the enemy gets mad and strikes harder.
Kindness and humility towards those that hurt us (unknowingly at times) go a long way, especially towards those that don't seem to deserve it.
Today, in the midst of my heartache and feeling alone when I felt my husband should have been more attentive to me, I found myself wondering, "What is the point of marriage if my spouse sees my brokenness and turns away?"
A very important thing to remember in marriage is that our spouse isn't our Savior. No one can take God's place. Yeshua paid the heavy price; the ultimate sacrifice of love. Our spouse could never do for us what God does for us even if they wanted to!!
In my own sadness and confusion, I did not realize that my husband was hurting as well, for very different reasons. The moment he dealt with his own heart issues, he was able to show love, patience, kindness, understanding, and encourage me in a strong and collected manner. He took his time to do the right thing the right way.
After a lengthy conversation, he read me an Irish poem he had written in his journal a while back and then prayed with me.
I want to share the poem he read by Mary E. Harris, who was born in Kentucky in 1839. It is said that she wrote this poem in 1866, age the age of 27.