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Why I Don’t Write About Marriage

IMG_0842Two saint-sinners learning how to love

You may have noticed that I write very little about marriage.

I do this, or rather, don’t do it, because I feel very inadequate in that arena. I am not a stellar wife, I submit awfully poorly, and I’m not real great in the intimacy department. Basically, I’m not winning any wife-of-the-year awards.

But, but, but.

The reality is that I also don’t write about marriage because I know if I did I would be accountable. I would have to try.

Sometimes it’s easier to push aside the thing you aren’t good at and focus on something else. With regard to many areas in life I would agree; focus on your strengths not your weaknesses. But we’re talking about marriage, and that is a holy thing and one we can’t sluff it off because of our weaknesses or because it’s hard. We all have a weakness in marriage because marriage puts two sinners together and says, “Let man not separate.” Basically, you’re stuck together. But that’s not a very helpful or enjoyable thought, is it? I agree. Therefore, we must work at marriage, which also means working towards being less selfish (at least in my case). It also means recognizing that I can’t actually work on myself because that’s the domain of the Holy Spirit; He molds, I make myself available for the molding. And there it is: I make myself available. I submit to the work. I agree with God that marriage is holy and worthy of nurturing.

Oh man. I’m going to start writing about marriage now, aren’t I?

Well yes. Because that worthy thing is not going to be sluffed off anymore. I’m available for change. I’m open to the work. I’m even making my husband my word. I’m ready and willing to not just get through my marriage, but to enjoy it. Which I mostly already do. But I’d like some wife-of-the-year awards. You know, from my husband at least. 😉

So, is there anything you’re afraid to write about/work on/be open to?

Love, Sarah Mae

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My Word, My Priority for 2014: Jesse


You see that man in that picture?

That’s my husband, Jesse. He is strong and faithful and fun and creative and he works so hard for our family. He’s a good one.

He has been my cheerleader, my supporter, my biggest encourager; he frees me in so many ways. And so I’ve decided this year, while words are rolling around the Internet for the new year, I am giving my word to him.

My word of the year: Jesse

He will be my priority this year, my focus.

I will seek to support, encourage, cheer, and be his loving wife. He comes first. I want him to know how much he matters to me; I want him to know, to feel, to see practically my love for him. In good times and in bad.

Oh yea, I’ll mess it up. I’ll get PMS-y, and crazy sometimes, and I’ll make him want to run away. He’ll make me so angry sometimes I’ll want to throw in the towel. It happens in a marriage, you know? But I won’t give up. I’ll ask for his forgiveness, and I’ll keep on.

Marriage is hard, and it takes time to stretch into it. But it’s worth it.

He’s worth it, because he’s mine.

And I am his.

‘Till death do us part.

Love, Sarah Mae

P.S. Is your husband your word of the year? Come and link-up HERE!


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Stretching Into Love

I post pictures of date nights with my husband, but it doesn’t mean we are all smiles.

Nine years and I’m still trying to figure out how to live with a man.

And like life and mothering and pain and pieces of happiness, such is marriage.

I love my husband because I choose to. Sometimes I feel it, and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes we don’t even like each other.

Sometimes we really like each other.

We are tangled together in this mess of marriage, figuring it out week to week. When it’s really hard I remember that, Lord willing, on our 50th wedding anniversary we’ll look back and say, “I’m glad I did this with you, this life.” It’s hope.

Hope holds us together.

Hope gathers up the broken parts so they don’t stay on the floor.

Hope is the push.

Without hope, we live in the dark; we live stale. We live mediocre.

And so we pick this thing up called love and we try to stretch into it, even though sometimes we don’t fit.

We keep trying.

We remember that this skin is temporary and there is so much more than what’s in front of us; more than our desires and our aches. There is more.

Let’s find it.

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A Story About My Husband, a Truck, and Saying No to Pizza

The night he came home with the truck

My husband has been dreaming of having a truck since I married him nine years ago. He not only loves the idea of having a truck, but it is actually quite practical for a handyman like my man.

But alas, we had no money to spare for a truck. We shared our used van and a motorcycle my dad gave to him as a gift early in our marriage. We lived on about $300 a month for groceries for our growing family of five, and every spare penny went to paying off school loans and collecting homeschooling supplies.

Did I mention my husband cut up all my credit cards when we got married? Oh, yes he did.

Read the rest of my story at Money Saving Mom!

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