May I tell you a relationship story?
A good friend recently came to a moment of decision. And in that moment decided to resign his job. It wasn’t that he heard a voice from God, or saw a vision, or anything that spectacular. And it wasn’t that he had something to move to. But he knew that somehow, it was time and that somehow, there was peace from God in this moment. The kind of peace he hasn’t had very often.
When he told his wife (which is the beginning of a sentence that has you asking, “you mean he hadn’t talked with her before making the decision?”), she asked whether he was sure. And ultimately she said, “I trust God, and I trust you to hear Him.”
As I said, he hasn’t had that kind of peace very often and doesn’t make decisions that affect them both. Most often, they talk carefully and deliberate well. And take cautious steps.
But the two of them started their relationship with that big kind of decision, when he said that they should get married, while on a walk, while they were friends, before they dated.
Their trust of each other is pretty cool. He depends on her to listen for God’s prompting. He loves to listen to her pray, to her understanding of God and of people and of needs. Her awareness of needs and desire to meet them humbles him. And when she turns to him and says, “I trust God and I trust you,” well, it makes him tear up just to think of it.
They don’t always agree. They probably annoy each other from time to time. But they would never tell you without the other one in the room.
And of course, he’s grateful that they get to celebrate 33 years of marriage on March 12.
Oh, and Nancy? When you read this and say, “did you write this because I suggested it?” the answer is no. I was already planning a post about us.