One might start practicing the things you hope your marriage to have...
What do you hope for?
Oh it's been an interesting few days. After a lull with Christmas break, my attention was yanked around to the UM, what we're about, what are we doing. I was introduced to Josh who was looking for a place to move into in Calgary, and in fairly short order. Well, since we're not just a bunch of roommates here, it makes things slightly more complex. I found myself going through what we in the house agreed upon for some of our ways of life.
I hope to pray. I hope to pray with every action I undertake, every destructive criticism I dare not make. I hope my life is full of others', and that my heart covets every moment it can to show love.
I hope to listen. I hope to be quiet enough often enough to hear God's quiet voice. I hope to get so good at recognizing it that I start noticing and understanding his voice when it is like many thunders and the crashing of waves against rocks. I hope to gain God's trust. I hope to give him respect by actually paying attention to what he cares about and return some of his romance by going out of my way to do some of the things he wants to get done and surprising him with gifts I know he'll appreciate, and recounting some of our favourite memories of elation together.
I hope I always know which way to go because my hand is in God's and he's confident and I can see which way he's leading us. I hope we talk about plans and preparations to be made. I hope we still laugh at ourselves.
And I hope that Sherry and I kiss passionately every day and hold each other tight - Which you might have guessed we'd been practicing. However, right now that tends to leave us feeling a little disappointed. Sure I suppose we could do that, or we could just wait a couple months and instead focus on a few other things we hope for. So you won't find us hanging around in each other's bedrooms or lying around on couches. We'll see what else God hopes to teach us instead.
And we'll go skiing!
