Sometimes we need to begin the healing process before we even realize that it was necessary.
It’s so easy to slip, and in the ease, the deadliness is masked. It’s easy to begin to manage instead of love. To keep a record of the wrongs that you tell yourself your love is covering. To prioritize the cultivation of other relationships. To do nothing wrong according to the letter of the law in all those rules and priorities and tips for a better marriage you’ve memorized but to know that your heart is losing its tenderness. To see yourself as a separate individual, responsible for yourself alone, not as an inextricable component of that covenantal one flesh unity.
And yet God steps back in to remind us. What is your hope for this relationship?
And so you decide to risk it. You take the first step, wading into an ocean full of who knows what.
And you find that you remember how to swim after all.
And it’s beautiful and wonderful and glorious.
There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we’re working it out
So come with your love and wash over us