I was at a wedding this weekend. The bride was beautiful. the groom bashful. The guests excited. The parents very proud. They said “I do”and we said amen. Whoever thought that saying those two little words can change your life forever? But remarkably, they do.
We walk down the aisle and say ‘ do’ but when we do we may not really know what it means. I have spent the last few years trying to make sure I really did. I said ‘I do’ to joy, laughter, and experiences good and uplifting. I said ‘I do’ to being lugged up, pulled up, cajoled up and threatened up the “Whisky route on Mt Kilimanjaro and being pushed down “the Coca cola route” seven days later hanging on to his hand for dear life. He still owes me for Mt Kenya. ( Maybe I should revise my I do to that one)
I said “I do” to long drives to places we have wanted to see, Nanyuki, Nyeri, Arusha, Dar, Kampala.. Addis and Cape Town still remain. I also said I do to the disagreements over where we got to sleep and why someone drove at 140km/h…. of course that was until I got to love speed. Now he says ‘I do’ to hanging onto his seat for dear life before he takes the wheel. I get to have the last laugh on that one.
I said “I do” to tears, to pain, to despair and to grief. The only difference was that there was always someone to run home to and after the pain, joy always came in the morning. I gasped the ‘I do’ to the pain of childbirth as he held onto to the ‘I do’ when his hand got the life squeezed out of it in the hospital. We breathed a mutual ‘we do the beautiful bundles we got for our struggle.
We both agreed ‘we did’ to the joys and trials of child rearing. I also whispered the “I do” to the pain of sacrificing the ‘me’ for ‘us’. I celebrated the joy of reward when we finally saw the result of our labour in other areas. I agreed joyfully that ‘I do” to the blessing of companionship, to friendship, to love, to care, to concern and to having a partner through the life long journey.
The journey through marriage is fraught with pitfalls and lined with booby-traps. It is sometimes very dark in loss and grief. The beauty of this journey shines through when two people who have chosen to help one another jump over the hurdles. When they make the traps a game to play together and when they willingly agree to hold the light above their heads in turn, so that the other can see. It is a journey that is best enjoyed by two and is best experienced with God’s love.
It is a journey of faith, where one celebrates one day at a time – for who knows what tomorrow brings. It is a journey of hope. It is a journey where gratitude makes the difference. I am grateful that God, brought love, He brought stability, He brought grace and He brought love and He brought Christ into my life when He brought my husband to me, so I could say I do!