My Wife Is My Treasure
My wife Cindy, as you may have come to know her, is a virtuous woman, full of compassion and grace. She beams brightness just about everywhere she goes. I don't think she realizes just how close to Christ she really is. Despite her clear altruism, she also sheds grande perspectives of what she knows and has come to know. She doesn't always let you know what she is thinking, for she is reserved and wise with her tongue, but when she opens up it is like stumbling into a vast treasure trove gleaming in the dim confines of a shallow cave.
Cindy is my treasure. She raised a good point last night. After reading my last post, seeing my struggles and listening to me rant in the dark while we tried to sleep, she couldn't help but feel like people may end up with a wrong perspective of who she is. So I wanted to write today to give you a little more insight into our relationship.
My post last night (about bad news) was directed at a world that just couldn't understand why it was suffering. My post was a catharsis of pent up words that are never given ground to be spoken. Thus, I find refuge in my pen. When I say that I struggle in my marriage, it's because I do, as any man would. To bring a man's eyes and body under full control is no easy task. Especially in a culture swept up by a relentless torrent of sex. Temptation is everywhere! This, however, can not be taken to mean that I am upset or displeased in my wife. No, never.
Instead, Cindy is my refuge. She gets it. She is so understanding and so gracious that she allows me to struggle. Like a parent who lovingly lets their child touch a hot stove, she sits back and with tears in her eyes waits for the lesson to be learned. I am convinced, that other than God Himself, no one could be as long suffering and lovingly patient as my wife Cindy.
I am as transparent as glass with her. Even more transparent than I am with you! That transparency, however, should never be taken as disrespect or contempt for my wife, who holds me at night, prays for me, and reminds a broken and beaten man that everything is going to be alright.
I am indebted to Cindy. Never in my life could I have found or gained the affection of such pristine beauty. No, it took the Holy intervention of God Himself to open both of our eyes and hearts to one another. If it seems that at times I am frustrated in my marriage and I refer to it as work, be sure that I have discounted the presence of God in it, because He is all over it!
Last night, I blogged about being frustrated because I was hurt. I was in pain because the people who surround me lack the understanding of our marriage and compare my relationship with Cindy to their relationship with somebody they simply do not respect. Many a man will pay lip service to his partner, but not many will crucify their flesh for them. Many a man will say they love their partner, but very few understand what it feels like to love them as Christ loved the Church and died for her.
I guess that was my point of frustration last night, but this morning I am able to disseminate those thoughts and feelings. Take for instance this piece of Scripture,
Cindy is my treasure. She raised a good point last night. After reading my last post, seeing my struggles and listening to me rant in the dark while we tried to sleep, she couldn't help but feel like people may end up with a wrong perspective of who she is. So I wanted to write today to give you a little more insight into our relationship.
My post last night (about bad news) was directed at a world that just couldn't understand why it was suffering. My post was a catharsis of pent up words that are never given ground to be spoken. Thus, I find refuge in my pen. When I say that I struggle in my marriage, it's because I do, as any man would. To bring a man's eyes and body under full control is no easy task. Especially in a culture swept up by a relentless torrent of sex. Temptation is everywhere! This, however, can not be taken to mean that I am upset or displeased in my wife. No, never.
Instead, Cindy is my refuge. She gets it. She is so understanding and so gracious that she allows me to struggle. Like a parent who lovingly lets their child touch a hot stove, she sits back and with tears in her eyes waits for the lesson to be learned. I am convinced, that other than God Himself, no one could be as long suffering and lovingly patient as my wife Cindy.
I am as transparent as glass with her. Even more transparent than I am with you! That transparency, however, should never be taken as disrespect or contempt for my wife, who holds me at night, prays for me, and reminds a broken and beaten man that everything is going to be alright.
I am indebted to Cindy. Never in my life could I have found or gained the affection of such pristine beauty. No, it took the Holy intervention of God Himself to open both of our eyes and hearts to one another. If it seems that at times I am frustrated in my marriage and I refer to it as work, be sure that I have discounted the presence of God in it, because He is all over it!
Last night, I blogged about being frustrated because I was hurt. I was in pain because the people who surround me lack the understanding of our marriage and compare my relationship with Cindy to their relationship with somebody they simply do not respect. Many a man will pay lip service to his partner, but not many will crucify their flesh for them. Many a man will say they love their partner, but very few understand what it feels like to love them as Christ loved the Church and died for her.
I guess that was my point of frustration last night, but this morning I am able to disseminate those thoughts and feelings. Take for instance this piece of Scripture,
"The next day, as they went on their journey and drew near the city, Peter went up on the housetop to pray, about the sixth hour. Then he became very hungry and wanted to eat; but while they made ready, he fell into a trance and saw heaven opened and an object like a great sheet bound at the four corners, descending to him and let down to the earth. In it were all kinds of four-footed animals of the earth, wild beasts, creeping things, and birds of the air. And a voice came to him, “Rise, Peter; kill and eat.”
But Peter said, “Not so, Lord! For I have never eaten anything common or unclean.”
And a voice spoke to him again the second time, “What God has cleansed you must not call common.” This was done three times. And the object was taken up into heaven again."
-Acts 10:9-16
Can you imagine the heart of God being broken? The people who He lovingly shed His blood for were being treated as common or unclean. What prejudice! What injustice! What foolishness! I felt that last night. As others looked upon my marriage and saw something that needed to be given a try before any family was started, or as they looked upon my wife in the same way they saw the girlfriends that they hardly respect, I was seized with a holy contempt as to say "What God has cleansed you must not call common..."
I look forward to a long life with many children, if the Lord so desires me to have them. I do, however, trust in His plan for our life and one must never discount the Lord's presence in a relationship. I tell you plainly, that if He is not part of your marriage or your relationship, you are wasting your time. You may love out of your own volition for a season, but that love will eventually fall to the wayside as it is merely a feeling or a duty. God is love and without the presence of His Spirit, there can be no love that endures this world. Praise be to God for such a loving wife! I love you Cindy!
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