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Unwrapping Love

valentines couple Unwrapping LoveMy lover said to me,  “Rise up, my darling! Come away with me, my fair one!" Song of Solomon 2:10 (NLT)

My husband has never been a big fan of Valentine's Day.

In fact, you could say he has spent many years of our marriage actively protesting what many view as the "lover's holiday",

You see, my husband is of the opinion that real love is meant to be expressed every day. It's in the things he says to me ("I love you" is an oft repeated phrase in our house which has never lost it's value).

It's in the way he fixes my website when I can't figure out why a link won't work or takes the time to open up the vacuum cleaner to fetch a screw I picked up on accident. It's in the way he always knows when something is bothering me, makes me laugh as much as possible, or watches a dramatic film like The King's Speech when he'd rather be watching an action movie such asThe Expendables.

Not to say my husband doesn't surprise me every so often on Valentine's Day. Like the year he hired a barbershop quartet to bring me flowers, candy, and serenade me at work. Like the other day when he declared, "I've made dinner reservations for February 14th." 

When I stop to think about it, I realize unwrapping love for my husband and I is an ongoing process. A shared life filled with the familiar cadence of a friend, partner, and lover. I've learned there is as much romance within the day to day —a hug, a kiss, shared smiles, or sardonic humor— as the candlelight dinners of the "ultimate date night".

Although, I still think hearts and flowers has it's place in the world. Every now and then.

Just sayin.


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Confessions of a Former Football Widow

NFL Super Bow 46 Confessions of a Former Football WidowThere was a time in my life I would have called myself a "football widow".

The woman who's husband parked himself in front of the television to watch football. It didn't matter what kind it was. 

Professional.

College.

There were even a few local football games thrown in there back in the day.

And I would sit there with my book, or the baby on my lap, or try my hand at crochet as my husband hollered expletives over bad calls.

Well—that's how I remember it anyway.

The truth is my husband tried to engage me, help me understand the game.  He would ask me to watch the replay of a particularly good catch. Try to explain what the various calls on the plays were, why he considered them good or bad. He would expound on the various strengths or weaknesses of individual players (and yes he knew them).

Why? Because football was (and still is) something my husband enjoys. He played football throughout his years in school. He still enjoys throwing a football with friends. There was a time in his life he had the potential for college scholarships (with the typical NFL dreams) until an injury sidelined that goal. So watching football on TV has always been special to him.

The problem is I didn't recognize he was trying to share something special with me. A part of his(past) life which was (is) incredibly important. All I saw was a boring game, heard him yelling, and wondered which of my favorite television programs I was missing.

Basically, I was being selfish.

The silly thing is I used to enjoy going to football games in High School. I went to a few professional football games as well. It was fun. Yet I had convinced myself that I hated watching football on television. I was annoyed by my husband's fondness for it.

And eventually he gave up trying to draw me into his passion. Stopped watching football all together because I didn't like it.

Did. Not. Watch. Football. For. Years!

He even watched The Sound of Music with me instead of the Super Bowl.

THE SUPER BOWL!

It wasn't until we reunited in 2006 I had an inkling of what I'd done. In fact, when the light bulb went off in my brain I was ashamed. I was always asking my husband to try (or endure) activities I enjoy while never reciprocating.

So a few years ago when my husband was flipping through TV channels, happening upon a college football game, I sat down and watched it with him. I asked questions. I paid attention to the action on the screen. I got up at one point and made snacks for us to enjoy while we watched the game. The look on my husband's face went from guarded interest at the beginning of the game to unadulterated happiness by the end. 

The next weekend we watched another game, and the one after that. We moved from college football to the NFL, cheering on our home teams (Washington Redskins, Detroit Lions), adopting a few others. Over time I learned how to spot when the defense jumps "off-sides", the meaning of an "on-side kick", and what it means to "drop back and punt". I fuss at bad calls, point out great catches to my husband, and can hold a reasonably intelligent conversation about the game.

It's awesome! 

What I've learned from this experience is this. My husband and I are walking through this marriage together. It's important to be willing to learn what our spouse enjoys (sports, dance, games, hobbies, interests). If we are willing, these activities can be jumping off points of relationship building moments. Sure, there will be interests a husband and wife simply don't share, but the least we can do is be willing to try before we dismiss our spouse's passions or interests altogether.

And for all those wives out there who (as I once did) consider themselves "football widows"—take heart—football season comes but once a year.

We Are Still Dancing

2011 12 17 08 38 15 We Are Still DancingTwenty-three years ago, we stood together.

Glowing in candlelight, surrounded by the sights and sounds of Christmas.

Hand in hand, the covenant of love and honor we spoke before all.

    Faithfulness sealed by our kiss.

   My heart, lover, and friend.

   A long whispered prayer for companionship answered by God.

  Two dancing through life as one.

Til Death Do Us Part

TillDeathDoUsPart Til Death Do Us PartI'm sure by now most people have heard of the comment made by Pat Robertson on a recent broadcast of The 700 Club during a "Bring it On" segment. 

Pat was responding to a question about a man who's wife has succumbed to Alzheimer's.

Unfortunately, part of his answer included the suggestion that it would be acceptable for the man to divorce his wife (while still providing adequate care) so he could move on with his life.

There is no way to for a Christian to justify divorcing a spouse with any kind of catastrophic or wasting disease. Biblically speaking—there are two reasons given where divorce is actually permitted in scripture. 

Infidelity is the big one.

Abandonment by an unbelieving spouse is the second.

(When it comes to abusive relationships, God does not condone the mistreatment of wives by their husbands. Period. ANY abused partner should leave the situation and seek help.)

There is no excuse for divorcing a spouse who has become incapacitated. 

My husband was the one to point out this current brouhaha over Pat Robertson's statements because he was utterly appalled at the idea. Basically, by condoning such selfish behavior, Christians are handed carte blanche reasoning when a relationship becomes difficult, uncomfortable, unpleasant, or emotionally painful.

Suck it up, boys and girls.

God intended marriage to be a life-time covenant. This is a deep commitment which should not be taken lightly.

God forbid a situation occur where my husband was struck down by cancer, Alzheimer's–whatever. The thought that I'd abandon him to seek a more comfortable life with another partner is unthinkable, un-biblical, and doesn't even register in my thought process.

My grandmother deteriorated with what was most likely Alzheimer's long before they had a name for the condition. She didn't recognize my grandfather. She wandered away from home. She would awaken from dreams afraid because she didn't realize she was home. My grandfather cared for her with love and tenderness until her death. 

Caring for a spouse who is ill or incapacitated is hard. There is no question or denying that fact. Divorcing a spouse in such a condition is unconscionable. Period. And the problem with Pat Robertson's statement is people will take it as tacit permission to do so without guilt.

Doing such a thing is simply wrong. 


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