A Perfect Marriage

Jun 17, 2011 by desiringvirtue

Our marriage isn’t perfect because we are perfect.

It isn’t perfect because I am the perfect wife

or because you are the perfect husband.

We are both so utterly imperfect,

So full of sin and brokenness

So lacking in love and tenderness

Our marriage isn’t perfect because we always please each other

and always seek the other’s interests first

It isn’t perfect because you have the perfect job

or because I am the perfect homemaker

Neither is our marriage perfect because we have a beautiful home

or because our children are perfectly obedient

No, if we were left to ourselves, left to our own abilities and qualities

Our marriage would be full of anger, sadness, despair, and longing

But thanks be to Christ the Lord of our marriage!

He lives through us, perfect and pure

He loves through us, tender and selfless

He upholds us, our strength and refuge

He parents through us, loving and patient

He is the only perfection in our marriage, the only thing right in our love

He has been our joy and our passion

and will be our commitment until the day we die.

I love you my Darling. Thank you for five wonderful years.

 

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Waiting

Apr 23, 2011 by desiringvirtue

Come quickly Lord Jesus

Tear the dark curtain of night away

and reveal the brilliance of your joy.

This waiting is so painful, so uncertain

You said you would rebuild what they tore down,

that you would rise and live triumphantly.

The morning can not come soon enough,

for my soul yearns for your return,

it aches for the redeeming power in your nail pierced hands!

I long to look into your face and share in your joy.

The joy of your accomplishment.

The joy of the Redeemer and the redeemed.

 

I am so looking forward to celebrating the Lord’s resurrection tomorrow. Aren’t you?

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Dirty Windows

Jan 28, 2011 by desiringvirtue

She’s looking through dirty windows, squinting through small patches of light.

The sinners walking by are entertaining, their faults so obvious to her.

She watches them stumble and wonders why they don’t change their ways.

Sometimes, she shouts and waves through her windows trying to warn them as they fall.

They look around, confused and startled, searching for the one offering correction,

but all they see are dirty windows.

She knows she could be more useful if only her house weren’t so dirty,

but that would take so much effort, so much work, so much sacrifice.

You see, its easier to look through the fog of dirty windows

than into the mirror of  self examination.

“Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.” -Matthew 7:3-5

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Perfect Moments

Jan 3, 2010 by desiringvirtue

Darkness surrounds us and silence is broken only by soft, tiny, even breaths. They were not always thus. No, a few moments ago they were short, scared, filled with pain. That was before Mommy was with you, before you felt the skin of her soft shoulder beneath your head, before you heard her gentle voice fill your soul. But she is here now; I am here now.

Mommy’s mind races through the countless times she has rocked you like this. The many minutes, hours that we have spent together in the darkness. Rocking. There were the nights when you nursed at her breast, so small and delicate. Now you are warm, heavy, and beautiful sleeping quietly on my shoulder.

Time seems to move slower when we rock in the darkness.  Looking into your angelic face I know that I am forever blessed. Many will never experience these perfect moments, but God has given them to me in abundance. Though you dream far away, Mommy whispers a prayer praising her Father for the miracle that you are. Must I surrender you to your bed and leave this night to the cruel dimness of memory?

I’ll let you go now sweet child. Don’t you worry or stir as I set you down. I am never more than a whimper away, never more than a soft cry down the hall. If you call me I will hear you because that is what Mommies do. Our souls are connected and I feel when you need me. While the rest of the world sleeps, my heart keeps watch over you, my little one. It won’t allow me to forget you; it won’t allow me to sleep through.

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Can’t Help Loving That Man Of Mine

Sep 22, 2009 by desiringvirtue

This is my favorite picture from our wedding day. I love it because it captures Richard so well. His face shows that he is the most caring, loving, and tender man and at the same time, his body language communicates that he is strong and protective.

My Husband

My husband is my hero. He daily sacrifices his own desires and passions for my good.

My husband is my best friend. He knows everything about me and is the only person I can talk to about anything and know that he understands me.

My husband is my crush. He is handsome and strong. He makes me want to be beautiful for him. His eyes are the color of smoky quartz and I could look into them forever.

My husband is my leader. He speaks strongly and leads a life that I want to follow. His strength is grounded in the truth of God’s Word like a giant oak tree is rooted in the life-giving soil beneath.

My husband is my priest. He teaches me the scriptures and is patient with my limited knowledge of them. He protects me from false doctrine and cares for my spirit.

My husband is my clown. He is silly when I can’t be and makes me laugh more than any other person. I love to laugh with him. He brings joy to my life.

My husband is my life. Without him I am not myself. Everything I do is with him, for him, and from him. Our souls are fuzed together eternally.

My husband is my future. When everything else fades away and the future is unsure, one thing is certain: as long as there is breath in our bodies we will have each other.

My husband is my heart. I never knew passionate, soul thirsting, electrifying love until I knew him. He ignited a fire within me that he stokes every moment of every day. My love belongs to him and him alone.

My husband is my lord. As Sarah named Abraham her lord, so I name Richard my own. He is my king, my provider, my leader, my caretaker. My desire is to please him above all other men.

My husband is my own. I know that his attentions and feelings are undivided. I am never parched for his affections, but am confident in his love and passion for me at all times.

My husband is God’s tool in the garden of my heart. The Lord perfectly fit Richard as an instruments of edification and encouragement for my soul. No other person convicts, challenges, and strengthens my walk with the Lord like he does.

Thank you Lord for giving me such a blessed marriage. Thank you for providing a husband for me that mirrors your all-surpassing love, leadership, and care. Your provision is beyond understanding.

Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church, because we are members of his body. “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband. -Ephesians 5:25-33

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