Why Marriage is For Me

Marriage has moved my life in a stunning, profound way; in ways that couldn’t be had I not been married. The things I’ve heard or have been told while I was single never altered the beauty I believed God created in marriage. I remember things like, “Enjoy your singleness while you still can!” or “marriage isn’t all that.” Despite what a lot of people said about it, this is why marriage is absolutely for me.

Marriage is for me, because it so knowingly exposes every crevasse of my sinful heart, making the necessity for Gods intervention—which draws me closer to Him.

Marriage is for me, because I struggle with accepting help and resting. My husband helps burn down my stubborn walls—which produces humility.

Marriage is for me, because we’re both experiencing conformity to the image of Christ still, which means there’s still sin in our lives so we’ll hurt each other. This teaches me grace upon grace—the same grace God gives me everyday.

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The One Thing to Remember When Someone says Sin is the Cause of your Disease

You have a disease. It cripples your mornings, costs your afternoons, and keeps you up at night. You take whatever medicine the doctor tells you to take, get sick of it, try a homeopathic way, can’t do it alone, go back to your medicine, change doctors, try to find a happy medium. Start all over again.

You’re sick.

You’re tired.

You’re sick and tired of what people tell you about why you’re sick when every part of your body that’s hurting feels like it has its own heartbeat.

Then someone tells you you’re sick because of the sin in your life. You’ve heard the speeches about how you should eat better and that you did this to yourself, but you haven’t heard this before.

Please remember this one thing dear friend:

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Why I Won’t Accept My Illness, but I’ll Accept the Battle

I was once asked what I’ve learned from living with an incurable disease. I didn’t really have a determinate answer, but I did say having chronic illness has given me a deeper compassion, one I can’t quite explain. Being a young woman in her mid-20s, most people think I’m in perfect health. However, on the outside, I look nothing like what my body has really felt like for the past three years.  

Swelling, joint pain, raw stiffness, throbbing muscles, needle-burning pain and fatigue were just some of the things my body woke to one September morning in Colorado. My body was not my own; everything from my knees, shoulders, hips and hands were all in pain. I limped to my bathroom to brush my teeth, but my hand couldn’t hold the toothbrush.

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