Just when I think I’ve learned all there is to know about marriage…
I’m a lover of the way God set up marriage to model his relationship with us. I’ve seen so many parallels between my relationship as a believer with God and my relationship as a wife to Simon…but it’s amazing that I seem to find a new one on a daily basis.
Simon left for work early this morning, and I’ve been puttering around the house, making coffee, taking a shower. I just came and sat on our sofa, and found his Bible open to Jeremiah, and the computer with the BBC Football page still open from last night, when he was checking the scores (as he does every evening). I smiled a little smile and felt all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking about my husband doing the things he loves. And then I started thinking: I love the things he loves, just because he loves them.
Since we began dating, he has introduced me to bands I’d never listened to before. Because of him, I now listen to Manic Street Preachers and Ryan Adams and even Antony and the Johnsons. I watch football (that’s soccer and, by the way, not fütbol. When English people play it, it’s football. Gah). A LOT of football. And I like Watford, because Simon likes them, (but mostly I like Arsenal). I’ve also fallen in love with films like Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead, and James Bond and Indiana Jones. Because he loves them. And because I love him, I love what he loves. Things that weren’t appealing to me become beautiful, because the heart I love, loves them.
See where I’m going with this?
It occurred to me this morning, sitting here, thinking about how I love football because Simon loves football, that my relationship with God is like that. I love Him. And He loves the poor and meek and broken and hurting. He loves the orphan and the widow. He loves the sick and hungry. He loves Truth, and Justice, and Loyalty, and Compassion. And if I love Him, shouldn’t I love those things – the things He loves – as well?