I’m sitting here early Monday morning, while my wife is upstairs doing her thing; making us all breakfast. I’m thinking what a lucky dog I am. For all my young friends out there, I’d like to share my thoughts after almost two whopping years of marriage. Don’t worry this will be brief…I can smell my eggs from here.
My pastor’s wife told me that marriage is a commitment. I believe that. There already have been times when my wife and I really were not getting along. Thank GOD for my parents who always helped us through. Sometimes I wonder if we would have separated if not for my son. I don’t say this to scare people away from marriage because my wife and I both have very strong personalities. We’re both imperfect people, but we’re learning to work together and how to “disagree without being disagreeable” is how I’ve heard it said.
Marriage is an experiment of love. Ok, sounds cheesy but I also believe that. If it’s true that people yearn to love and be loved, to know and be known, marriage is your most intimate relationship. My wife knows me best.
Alright, you must be thinking tell me something I don’t know. I married at 35. 35! I didn’t plan it that way. When I hit 32, I thought perhaps GOD wanted me single. So I decided that I wouldn’t stress about it and just focused on working at various Christian ministries on Guam. My parents actually turned me around on this and told me to find someone. They knew I wouldn’t be happy as a single person for the rest of my life. It was awkward trying to find my wife. On Guam, people marry young. I’m talking 18 or 20. Everyone my age already had two or three kids. My church was small and mostly composed of older folks. Church hopping is frowned upon, so what’s a guy to do? (more…)
