When you are single, you walk around singing and thinking about the holidays as this wonderfully romantic time. (I do remember before I was married, even though I was only 5 years old back then) Maybe you will meet him or her, this year. Maybe you are with him or her, this year. Some years all you need is mistletoe and some years all the mistletoe in the world is not enough. The same is true at seasons of your marriage, should God trust you with that field to sharecrop. Some seasons are easy to think romantical and some seasons take work to dig up some romance and thoughtfulness. When you mix children and finance problems and work stresses and home struggles and car breakdowns and health issues; what are you doing New Years? is a joke, sometimes. Where is it? Last year, or the year before the romance was on the front burner. This year, I went out into the yard and dug as deep as I could and there was not a drop of water in the romance well. That is where trust comes in. God is the river of romance. God is the filler of the well, not us. If you think that is boring, you don't know what is excitement.
I love the romantical seasons and the dry. I love the reality of waves of joy and tumult. I love the excitement of the marathon of marriage. I go to sleep and know that God is there, even when I am not sure if I am there. Earth to Jayne. God is still there, even when the romance is a fight to the finish. Maybe we need to hire a well digger, but either way, there is water down there somewhere and we'll find it.
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