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Yesterday, I was telling you about how my husband has carried a serious weight because of my new normal. It’s not unheard of for marriages to fall apart under the strain of chronic or terminal illness.
Why am I not terrified of my marriage falling apart when life is so “unfair” to my husband and it seems like it’s because of me?
1) I see dedication in my husband in other areas of his life, even when circumstances are tough. He does the hard things and barely grumbles. (If I said he never grumbles, he’d call me out.)
2) When we locked up our life courses together, we did it in covenant, which is quite different from contract. We both strongly believe in the concept of “I’m holding my end, no matter what you do,” because we daily receive that kind of grace from God. In other words, we’re just trying to be a picture of God’s love. “In sickness and in health” had a whole new meaning for us when listened to my cousin repeat his vows last weekend.
3) He tells me when he gets frustrated. Communication, y’all. Sometimes we really suck at it, but when we get it right, it makes everything better. Just dragging things into the light makes it not so scary.
4) I know that God cares for my husband and will take care of him, just as they are taking care of me. Look at Jesus’ promise in Matthew 11…
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
That’s seriously comforting.