We live in an area where we see an occasional “big snow event” but it isn’t the norm for our part of the country, so when it happens we aren’t real prepared, and the city pretty much shuts down. My husband and I got caught several miles from our house in the snow storm last weekend. Four lanes of traffic were at a standstill as the snow kept piling and cars kept sliding. There are several hills to climb, a lake to cross, and lots of curves to navigate between the city limits and our home.
I watched as my husband expertly wove his way between sliding vehicles, as he carefully climbed icy inclines, and then make the wise decision to pull off to a large parking lot to wait out the traffic pile-up. I viewed him from the perspective that comes from years of walking with one another. A long history together has brought deep love and mutual admiration.
Our trip home from the surprise “Snow-mageddon” brought back memories of many other snowy drives with him: plowing through a New Jersey snow storm in our twenties, carefully making our way up a winding, mountainous snow covered road to reach his parents for Christmas several years ago, and coming home in what seemed like a blizzard at Christmas last year.
The following day, everything was pretty well shut down and we enjoyed being snowed in together on a quiet Saturday. After lunch he surprised me with an invitation to do one of my very favorite things, to take a hike in the woods. We layered up, put on gloves, boots, and toboggans, for our adventure. While he bent over to lace up his boots and tie them, it brought back the memory of our first evening together. My tennis shoe was untied and he bent down to tie it for me. While he did that, he took the time to teach me his own unique way of tying shoe strings. I’ve never seen anyone else tie their shoes that way. I smiled while I watched him do this simple activity that holds sweet meaning because of the decade’s old memory.
As we hiked, he stopped to point out animal tracks in the snow, the various types of trees, a natural spring, and an armadillo’s burrow. He led me along a creek bank and helped me climb down to see the long icicles attached to the underside of the rocks. While we hiked, I kept thinking of the many nature hikes we’ve shared through the years, our camping trips, and the times we’ve spent discovering natural wonders together: the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, Mackinac Island, the Rockies, and South Dakota’s beautiful Black Hills.
There are layers of memories, rich and satisfying, that only come through years of walking together. Love grows deeper and more steadfast as its current courses through the years. The shared history of two becomes one long, unbroken strand of devotion.
I am so thankful that we didn’t walk away from one another when our years were rocky. I’m so thankful that we pressed on when our hearts were weary and we’d lost all hope. I’m eternally grateful for God’s grace and mercy, and His rescue of our marriage.
[box]I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
“Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country . . .”
The mandrakes have given forth fragrance;
And over our doors are all choice fruits, both new and old,
Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.
(Song of Solomon 7:10, 11, 13)[/box]
Friend, if you’ve given up all hope today, I encourage you to press on in the long haul. Consider pulling up some of the posts in the archives on marriage and ask God for wisdom in expressing love and appreciation to your husband. If you’ve never read Fierce Women, you might want to check it out. Many women have expressed that this resource has been helpful to them.
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