We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.
Well, if that don’t describe marriage and parenting, I’ll be et for a tater. Always wanted to say that. Thanks, Uncle Billy and Father Tim.
So many things in the last 14 years have seemed just that – impossible.
23 year old girl, 32 year old man trying to make a life together – nearly different generations, different backgrounds, different cultures, different education, different personalities, different preferences. In short – different in every way imaginable. Impossible!
Planning a wedding long-distance, with the added delight of in-laws from two different
countries sides of the United States. Clash of cultures, traditions, mores and more. Impossible!
The first year of marriage. Two different people, from two different
planets states, trying to become one. A lot gets shorn off when cleaving takes place – some of the old has got to go. And it hurts.
Buying houses, changing states, changing jobs, death and grief.
Childbirth. Parenthood. Figuring out how to be three, instead of “just us.” Living for others and not for self.
six four. Exponential expansion of parenting. Living for others and not for self.
Staying together through thick and thin, good and bad, happy and sad, weary and ugly and worn. Feast and famine. Forever.
No matter what.
Still being in love despite all of the above. Still wanting to spend time together because really, they’re still your best friend. Still believing that this is the best thing that ever happened to you, or ever will.
But even the impossible is possible with God.
And we know in all things, God works together with those who love Him
to bring about that which is good.