Becoming One


Attending church is one of the highlights of my week. This past Sunday my husband and I had the honor of sitting behind a lovely elderly couple several decades our senior. During the time of worship, they stood side by side; he in a brown corderoy jacket and she in a lovely beige sweater. Time had aged them, yet, even their numerous wrinkles seemed kind. As they lifted their voices in sweet worship, his left hand made its way to her right hand resting on the chair in front of them. In that moment, though the music resonated loudly throughout the sanctuary, a heavenly silence overtook me as I took in this precious scene. Their hands touched and they worshiped, and my heart warmed as if sitting in front of a roaring fire on a cold night. “What struggles had they faced in their time as man and wife?”, I wondered. “And what joyful times had they celebrated day after day?” After all these years, they were so in love and truly committed to their God. Their worship was genuine and their love captivating. A light scent permeated the air, but it wasn’t  perfume. Its origin was heavenly.

As I stood alongside my own husband and worshipped, I could not help but hope and offer a sincere heart prayer, that we too, would be so fully committed to the Lord and to our relationship when our hairs had softened to to a beautiful gray and our hands wrinkled likewise.

I just finished reading the book of Ruth, a story that I have read numerous times. What a great love story! The part that gets me every time, though, is Ruth’s pledge to her dead husband’s mother. “…where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me.”(Ruth 1:16b-17)

I’ve heard similar pledges spoken as vows at weddings. I say it often to Marshall. These words are potent and not to be spoken in haste or without sincerity. In this becoming one journey, where Marshall goes, I must go. Where he stays, I must stay. His people are now my people. His God, my God. And where he dies, there I will die also and only death will separate us. Now, these statements are not made out of reluctance but because we are man and wife.

Where he goes: In this year as we seek the Lord and the direction for our lives, we believe that a move is basically inevitable. Although I’ve always been the adventurous type living anywhere from 3 hours to several days travel away from my childhood residence, there was always the comfort in knowing that I could come home at any time. Now my home is with my husband. If we were to move to say Texas, we could always visit my family and they us, but there is something permanent about making a move as a married couple. I was talking with my sister-in-love on the phone last night. As they prepare to make a move in the next year, Ruth is a little worried about how her two year old will respond to leaving the only home that he has ever known…the only home that she and her young family has ever known. Valid concern, yet they will face this change as a family beautifully. They will go where God leads them as will Marshall and I.

Where he stays: I am what you call a faithful wanderer. I am committed wherever I am and to whatever I am doing but often I get bored with my environment and want to change things up. I can recall numerous situations where I just wasn’t happy anymore where I was. Ironic to note, however, that God never moved me on until I was truly content in my present situation…then I didn’t want to move! Anyway, where God leads us as a couple, we will STAY until he moves us on. Staying is more than a state of being; it is also a condition of the heart. I think we both are challenged by this one. Why work on building roots if we might be uprooting ourselves in a few months? All the same, we will plant ourselves where God puts us and move only by the leading of the Holy Spirit. For where we are now is as great a part of God’s plan as the next phase and the next.

His people: I’d say it is a little less challenging for me to embrace Marshall’s family. In fact, it’s rather easy. His parents are wonderful people and his sister is my best friend! I know, however, that people will come into our lives that will act as sandpaper to smooth us out, others as sugar to sweeten us and yet others will come that we are to sweeten and smooth out. As God commands us to love one another, we will love the people that God brings into our lives.

His God: Marshall and I both have been blessed to be raised in Christ-enriched homes. We sincerely believe that a thriving relationship with Christ is of the utmost importance. Because we are one, it is now our walk with Christ. If his relationship with Christ is suffering so will mine and vice versa. We have the opportunity to practice Proverbs 17:27 to the fullest extent of its meaning. We are iron sharpening iron praying for one another, challenging and encouraging each other.

Separation by death alone: It is not really cool for me to think about my husband or me dying especially since we are only 3 months into our marriage relationship, but we are committed to allow no other situation to separate us. We are truly blessed to have the rare example of one marriage parents on both sides. We have watched them love each other, struggle through difficult times together, and come out the other end standing with hands intertwined and hearts even more united. Marshall and I want the same for our relationship. So even when times get difficult and we don’t seem to get each other, separation, divorce, splitting up are not words we will ever introduce into our vocabulary.

Yeah, this becoming one is really cool. And so we continue to embrace our journey as man and wife knowing that where He leads, we will follow, where he plants us, we will thrive, those people he places in our lives we will love, his presence we will pursue and the gift of marriage that he has given us we will protect ‘til death do us part.

Embracing the Journey,

Patty Parker

This becoming one thing is definitely a journey. Because we have committed this first year to making our marriage our ministry I decided that I would study what the word of God has to say about marriage and the roles we play as husband and wife. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that there are some areas where I have A WHOLE LOT to learn. Being the strong Type A personality that Marshall has tagged me as having (I wonder why?), I picked up right away on the word submission and that it is all over the directions given to wives.

Ephesians 5:22 says,” Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.” Verse 24 goes a little further by saying, “Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything”.

Ouch! EVERYTHING? Having worked my entire adult life and been in many a leadership position, I find this very difficult. Wiki defines submission as the act of yielding to some power or authority. Marshall is my authority; the spiritual head and leader of our household. I was watching our wedding video and listening to the commitments we made in earnest to each other. Double ouch!

Here’s a little excerpt:

Patty, Marshall is your chosen leader. To marry him, you must be willing to accept his leadership. This is not easy in a day when many women claim their liberation. You are, today, giving up many privileges that you held as a single woman. And, even as you have no right to go against the Word of God, because I know you claim Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you have no right to disobey your husband. For under the divine rules of marriage, as he submits himself to God, and seeks God’s guidance for your marriage, then he is your final word.

Learning to submit to Marshall isn’t hard because he’s leading us the wrong way. He’s seeking God and the direction we’re headed is a pretty cool one. It’s just that act of dying to self… the thought that “Wait a minute; someone else is making decisions that affect me.” Of course I have input and we make our decisions as a couple. All the same, my husband has the final word.

Jesus was God and yet he submitted to his father’s plan for the better good of all humanity. Aren’t we all glad he didn’t get his feathers ruffled and say, “Wait a minute! I don’t want to do this!” When I think about it in this way, I realize that I need to do the same.

Head knowledge? Check. I think it’s in my heart. Now if my actions could just follow along!

Father,

I thank you for the amazing man you’ve given me. Day by day I fall more and more in love with him. Thank you for exceeding the longings of my heart. I desire to honor my husband, but unfortunately my flesh gets in the way quite a bit. I pray that you would help me to submit to him at all times and show my love for him through my surrender to his leadership.

Embracing the Journey,

Patty