Above all, let your love for one another be intense, because love covers a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 4:8)In the past 3.5 years I've spent with my almost-husband, we've grown from awkward college grads to more sharpened (albeit still awkward) and weathered adults.
And while we don't have decades of marriage to speak for, we've had our fair share of struggles. Being apart for the whole of our relationship is just one.
When we first got together, I confess I thought he'd never fail me. And I naively vowed I'd never let him down. You can guess how well that went.
Most days, it's no big deal. But there have also been seasons that tested the strength of our commitment to one another. We had to love one another with faith that this, too, would pass.
There have been nights we've laughed until we cried, and other nights that the laughter never came.
And of course, there's been cold feet. We're human.
It's in looking into the face of someone else's humanity and seeing your own reflected back at you that it hits you:
This love thing? It's not about you and all the great things they can bring to your life. It's not about the holes they fill or the needs they meet.
And it's not about them, either. It's not about having a pet project to work on or a fixer-upper to make into your superman.
Instead, it's about the willingness to give grace, forgiveness, compassion, time to one another, every day, regardless of the weather or your bad mood, always.
It's tough shit.
But, you know, that's why marriage is a sacrament. Sacraments are rituals that are full of God's strength and power. We step into that new life with our spouse not as a pair, but as a trio — with God at the head. God is love, after all. He sets the standard.
And so we love like Him. Patiently. Enduringly. Gently. And in time, we'll find that love can bind, heal and transform even the most stubborn of hearts.
Thanks to an incredible man, it happened to me.