Have you ever been in a season of marriage
when you thought it was doomed?
Thirty years ago,
when I was married to Hot & Hunky,
we had a season early on when I didn’t think he traveled enough!
I didn’t like him and he didn’t care for me too much either.
We were in the land of contempt on the road to divorce.
Out of frustration and soliciting sympathy for my situation,
I confessed our mess to my friend,
who invited me to her church
to hear a speaker talk about marriage.
What the heck, I’ve got nothing to lose.
The speaker told her story about not feeling any love toward her husband.
demonstrations of love,
affections of all types,
were distant memories.
That sounded very familiar…
Out of desperation to save her marriage,
she climbed into her prayer closet and
asked God to flood her heart with love
for her hubby.
“And you know what?” she drawled.
“God did just that.
My heart filled to overflowing with a
love and desire
for my husband.”
She went on to tell how even after
1000 years of marriage
she never lost that feeling for him again.
Ugh, I thought,
Good for you, Mrs. Butterflies and fairy dust.
You aren’t married to my guy.
That would never work at my house.
And whatever a prayer closet is,
I don’t have one.