Religion

From time to time, Chad and I meet with couples who are struggling. It’s a daunting task, I can tell you, to be living an imperfect marriage and then to try to help guide and support another imperfect marriage. If anyone ever claims that their marriage is actually perfect, I can tell you that either they just got married two days ago or they’re lying. Marriage will never be perfect because husbands and wives will never be perfect. I suppose in many ways, that’s a comfort, especially when you recognize some of the weaknesses of your own partnership.

I followed my three year old out to the front yard. She happily lugged all of the books that her little arms could hold, and I carried a camping blanket. It was that special time in the afternoon, when the sun is beginning to make its downward turn, when the shadows of the full, leafy trees create cool sanctuaries in the grass: a fine time to spread out a blanket and read books.

“Surely our griefs He Himself bore, And our sorrows He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, Smitten of God, and afflicted.”