I looked at the clock.
Seven o’clock on the dot. It was
time to start. Our wedding director
motioned for my bridal party to come and I stayed behind for just a few moments
with my dad.
It was time.
I had waited three and a half years for this moment. This
moment. It would be the moment we
looked back on in years to come as one of the most precious, sweetest moments
of our lives. Any second now and the
doors would open, revealing us to one another for the first time as bride and
groom.
It was dream-like.
Not the wedding itself, though that was beautiful too. But the moments when
we caught one another’s eyes and knew that from that evening on, we were
different. We were man and wife. Joined together as one. Now our own family unit.
I remember a lot of tears during our ceremony. Not from me (I had cried the hour leading up to the ceremony), but from Brian. I had those beautiful sweet bride tears. You
know, the ones that casually sneak down your check during a prayer. But my guy? Well, he was…feeling some things, we’ll say
that. During one of the prayers, I
handed my tear stained handkerchief to him, the one my grandmother gave me to
carry on our special day, and snuck it to him so no one would see him wiping
his eyes. It was a moment I will never forget because it was just
between the two of us. Sweet. Secret.
Loving.
That was seven years ago this week. It seems like it was yesterday when I donned
that white dress with lace and traces of pearls and he wore that silky black suit
and cream vest. We were mere youngins
when we got married. I was 22, he was
24. We knew everything and nothing all
at the same time.
What we thought we knew when we got married and what we
actually learned after being married were worlds apart. Sacrifice looks a lot different to me
now. The tests and trials that love
can endure look stronger to me now. Who
God is and what His plans are for marriage are more clear to me now than they
were that day I walked down that aisle covered in red rose petals.
I’ve learned a lot of hard lessons in the seven years we’ve
been married. But there is one lesson
that I come back to over and over again.
It’s helped me in times of trouble and brokenness. It’s helped me to see my husband not only as
the man I love, but as God’s son. It is
a lesson I want to pass on to my daughters in future years when they take on
this holy covenant of marriage.
Remember who the real enemy is.
I know. It's not some romantic idea is it? But it's a cold hard truth I have needed to remember time and time again. Remember who the real enemy is. And friend, the real enemy is not your spouse. It’s not your children. It’s not the bills piled up on the
counter. It’s not even the person you
see in the mirror every day, wishing things were different. The real enemy is Satan and he’s simply
waiting for his invitation to wreak havoc on your household.
You see, God loves
marriage. God loves sex and intimacy. He loves forgiveness and acceptance.
He loves praise and support. He created all those things! (Genesis 2) But often times those are the hardest things
to find in a marriage. I find myself
wondering why marriage in itself can be so difficult at times. Why can’t it just be easy? It’s because we try to connect two worlds
together that were never supposed to equal to one another.
God’s original design
of marriage and the world’s view of marriage were never designed to be the
same. But often we try to make them
the same. And when we try to take
something God designed and fit into a box marked with worldly standards, guess
who shows up? Satan. The real enemy.
“The thief approaches with
malicious intent, looking to steal, slaughter, and destroy; I came to
give life with joy and abundance.”
John 10:10 (THE VOICE)
When there is discourse in a household who serves the
Lord? Satan eats it up.
When there is resentment that builds and issues that go
unresolved? Satan revels in it.
When a wife withholds her love from her husband because he
didn’t do something the way she asked him to? Satan rejoices.
When a spouse uses pornography as a means for intimacy
instead of their partner? Satan just devours it.
When husbands and wives undermine one another’s parenting
and fights ensue in front of children? Satan celebrates.
Oh how he loves it. If
he can make his way into your home, into the strongholds of your marriage, he
can and will create a life of chaos, bitterness, and utter destruction.
And if you don’t think you are on his radar, sweet friend,
let me speak this truth to you today. You absolutely are. Satan will get you wherever he can get
you. Your finances. Your sex life. Your past.
Your children. Your family
relationships. Your secret sin. Your career.
Your unfulfilled dreams. Your
calling.
There is no area off limits to him and if he sees a way in,
he’ll surely take it.
A godly marriage full of love, spiritual discernment and forgiveness, is a legitimate threat to the enemy.
If you think I’m writing this from a place of expertise or
some moral high horse, let me tell you, I’m not. I’m writing from a place of experience. A place of sadness. A place of hope. A place of realization that we too had let
Satan into our home and slowly but steadily, it was destroying us.
We were blissfully unaware of the small attacks from
him. The attacks that seemed like
nothing, but spiraled into everything. And
now, we’re fighting back. Remember who your real enemy is.
It is not your spouse.
Oh, it may look that way at times.
It may masquerade as money issues, parenting woes or intimacy struggles.
Please understand, these things are serious and often times we do need
help in these areas from counselors, pastors and other professionals. But in themselves, they are not the
enemy. It goes so much deeper than
that. It is the source in which they
come from that we need to be made aware of.
We are in a battle and we must fight for our marriages.
{Let me also add here, I’m not saying if abuse is present in
a marriage you should stay (or some other heavy issues I’ve not listed). Not at all.
This post isn't about reasons to stay in a marriage or reasons not too.}
I recently watched a message from Lisa Bevere in which she
stated her biggest regret in life was that she didn’t love her husband more
fearlessly. A lot of their marriage,
though she loved him deeply, she had kept him at a safe distance from her
heart. Always afraid that being hurt and
abandoned was just around the corner.
She said looking back she wished she would have been braver in loving
him. She would have encouraged him more,
given more of herself emotionally to him, and not been so afraid to truly love
him and be loved in return. I don’t want
to have the same regret. Do you?
Listen, marriage is hard.
Some days it’s really hard. Some
days it’s desperately hard. And some
days you wonder how you ever lived a day without one another. It’s beautiful. It’s messy.
It forces us to confront the best and worst parts of ourselves.
It is two sinners
that have vowed to take on one another’s brokenness. To take on sickness and financial stress. To
take on past hurts and family trials. To
accept each other’s faults. To celebrate
each other’s victories, both big and small.
It is entrusting the darkest parts of yourself to someone
else. It is believing every day that
change can happen. That God works in
marriages because He believes in them so much.
I believe God designed marriage
and gave it to us as one of the greatest means to glorify Him.
Remember who the real
enemy is, but also remember who The Victor is. Satan sets out to destroy marriages while God
works to redeem them. Satan wants to
divide where God brings together. Satan
enforces pride and bitterness. God
offers grace and forgiveness.
When you’re on the brink of destruction and you think you
can’t fight one more day. That you can’t
even look at your spouse without feeling hurt or bitterness or anger. I want you to dig your heels in the sand as
deep as you can and I want you to suit up and fight. Fight the real enemy. Fight for redemption. Fight for forgiveness. Fight for love to win.
Oh my friend! What beautiful truth you've shared here. Your words ring true to one who has been there and still see the need to fight. It was probably about 7 years in when I came to that realisation too and now going on our 14th, we know we need to stay aware of Satan's attacks. Very often we simply need to remember that we're on the same team.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you are fighting together, for better or worse. Happy anniversary, my friend.
Hugs and blessings!
Thank you friend! You're so right. We have to remember we're on the same team!
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