In 25 plus years of ministry, I’ve talked to a lot of men about their wives. I have heard the good and the bad, the fruitful and the fruitless. There have been moments where I have sympathized with the difficult situation these men find themselves in. There have also been times when I wanted to ring their neck in Jesus’ name. Listen, I don’t care how tough marriage gets, no one said it would be easy. I have little sympathy for any man or woman who starts looking for the exit door at the first sign of trouble. Yes, there are marriages where divorce becomes the only option left for a myriad of reasons but it should never serve as the “get out of jail free” card for someone who is too afraid to stay committed in the tough times. But I’m trailing off into another subject for another day…
Today is Lisa’s birthday. I know she doesn’t look a day over 32 so it’s hard to believe she is slightly older than that. Anyway, I caught myself reflecting on some of those aforementioned conversations. Lisa and I just passed the four year mark in our marriage this summer. The first four years have flown by. I can tell you that they have been full of adventure and fun and challenges and thrills. They have also had their fair share of trials and difficulties, similar to what some of the counseling sessions might have been like.
I can assure you (Lisa, you might want to print this out for future record), more than my fair share of the challenges have originated with me. Yeah, Lisa has her own sort of baggage, her own weaknesses with which to deal. But I can be stubborn, angry, impulsive and insensitive. Heck, who am I fooling? I’m a guy. I can be downright stupid. So it is without fail that I thank God for His wisdom. You see, when He was creating someone ages ago who could put up with me and take all my junk, He created Lisa. He knew the special personality it would take to stand by me in the tough times and stand in my face when I was thick-headed. He knew that I would need someone tough enough to back me down when I needed. But I would also need someone soft enough to love my children through the stages of their healing.
He knew just what I needed…far better than I ever could. That’s why, today, I’m very proud, very thankful that God picked me. For whatever reason, with all His knowledge, He saw there was a hole that had a “Lisa kind of shape” to it. I’m proud he did. And I’m thankful that she feels the same way about me (at least she did before lunch today. I don’t think it’s changed).
Happy birthday to my amazing wife and forever friend. I’m sure there is something pumpkin flavored in your future if you are good today.