I mentioned that JJ returned from his hunting trip a new man, one that had been rejuvenated and committed to our marriage more intensely than ever.
As so often how God works, this week I am focusing on Colossians 3:14. Don’t you think He’s kind of funny sometimes? A week in which we are starting to really focus on our marriage, God brings this verse to the forefront of my mind.
I cling to Him often – I don’t know any other way to do life. But the next person I cling to? JJ.
I mess up alot; he does, too (though he’ll tell you he doesn’t in the silly kind of way that makes him who he is). I say things I shouldn’t; he does, too. We revert back to the selfish beings we were when we were eight years old. We raise our voices. We stomp and slam. We are silent.
Yet at the same time, we laugh. A lot. We reminisce about music, our alma mater (where we didn’t know each other), our early dating life. We talk about our kids. We sit on the front porch or in front of a cozy fire. Some days I feel that he knows me more intimately and deeply than anyone else while on other days, I feel like he doesn’t know me at all.
Welcome to marriage – where we live in a constant state of grace.
To read Colossians 3:14, it really does sound so simple, doesn’t it? Put on love – which binds them all (compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience – 3:12) together in perfect unity.
What’s so hard about putting on love?
It’s a conscious choice to “put-on” love when the oldest is crying for the third time that morning for no apparent reason – and it’s only 8:15 a.m. It’s a conscious choice to “put-on” love when the milk spills yet again. When siblings fight. When shoes can’t be found and we are already late.
It sounds good to “put-on love” but the reality is, well…reality.
Putting on love is not something I naturally slip into like my leggings, sweater and Uggs that have become my standard uniform. It’s more like the conscious choice I make for myself because I know it’s the right thing to do; because I know it’s good for others, yes, but mostly good for me.
It reminds me of the dreaded hat season quickly approaching us. When it’s time to wear hats, all Snapp children attempt to revolt – we dislike hats immensely. They make our head itch. They give us static electricity in our fine, little girl hair. They fall over our eyes. We don’t like to wear them yet we know we must for they keep us warm during the most frigid of days.
We put on love in much the same way – we don’t necessarily always want to do so but yet we know we must for it’s so very good for us.
Not to mention that it keeps us warm on the most frigid of days.
Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends. I love each of you. I really do. I know this sounds a little Tammy Faye-ish, but I’m just being honest. I’m thankful for each of you – you who force me to grow, you who follow Him, you who share your hearts with me. I am so blessed by you. May your holiday be peaceful and relaxing. I’ll see you on Monday.