Absence makes the heart grow fonder
As this phrase rings in my head over and over again, I’m
brought to a place of thankfulness and appreciation for my husband. After being
unemployed for a little over two months, he started a new job today, 9.10.13. New schedule, new routines, new expectations… how would this
day play out? How would I feel at the end of the day? Having to entertain my
precious but yet LIVEacious (yeah I made it up) toddler ALL DAY, w/o release
time from her dad? Yikes! Ok, my mind began to prepare for the challenge.
The
more that I planned the day, the more I found myself thinking about my husband.
I thought about how long his drive would be to his new job. What work would he
be required to accomplish? What new people would he meet? Would he actually EAT
the lunch I made him? No blasts on me or him! He just forgot to eat lunch at
his last job due to the fact that he was so busy. He was only gone 30 min and I
already was envisioning the moment he returned home. It was funny to me because all I could think
about was him.
The phrase returned yet again to my mind, “Absence makes the
heart grow fonder.” I conclude that I’d rather be absent from my husband than
distant. Absence is the state of someone being away for an expected short
period of time, and being distant is the state of someone being disconnected
with an uncertain amount of time and definitely can occur while the person is
present. Absence brings anticipation and distance brings disappointment. Having
experienced both of these feelings in my marriage, I choose absence! I anticipate him calling me on his lunch
break. I anticipate him texting me. I anticipate him giving me that looong
greeting of a hug and kiss when he comes home. It just feels so different than
that usual kiss or hug. It’s so easy to take these small acts for granted.
Our recent move to Georgia has caused our marriage to
improve in various ways. We have spent unusual amounts of time together while
transitioning from one state to another. We have been truly learning how to
live and operate as a team. In the past three years, we have struggled quite a
bit in the area of prayer, problem solving and communication. We thought that
we were operating as one, but definitely didn't grasp this concept until now.
We were flooded with selfishness and individualism IN our marriage.
When you
operate as a team, the award doesn't go to the wife or the husband, it goes to
the MARRIAGE and God receives the glory. When the husband’s motive is to please
the wife and the wife’s motive is to please her husband, you end up ministering
to each other. This is the familiar
phrase that most of us that are part of MFAL (Marriage For A Lifetime) have heard, “Do
What’s in the Best Interest of the Marriage.”
Marriage is really a beautiful gift from the Lord. Now that our
season has changed, I’m truly thankful to the Lord for giving me a positive
perspective on this situation and an opportunity to MISS or be absent from my
husband. Often times I find that when I pause and reflect on ways to serve and
please him and NOT my needs, it rekindles feelings that I may have neglected or
left unappreciated. Marriage is something that you have to protect and pursue
on a constant basis, just like anything else that is meaningful. Instead of
letting my heart wander while he’s gone, I’m choosing to let it grow fonder and
stronger in anticipation of his sweet return.
I can relate to this in a totally differnt way but yet the same..my husband has been in prison 8 of our 10 almost 11 year marriage. All I can say is when I see him we do not waste our time on petty things. Its about us and the hours we have to love on each other. Its not easy to walk away from him at the end of the visit but I take with me the memories we just created. As I walk out I also begin to think of the next time I will see him. What I will wear, what perfume I will wear next time, will my hair be down or up. Little things like that preparing to be joined with him again. God is so faithful even in our situation. Married for Lifetime #TEAM WINBUSH
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