Saturday, February 8, 2020

In Which I Talk About Our Marriage


He didn't wear his wedding ring for maybe three decades.

He repaired computers for a living.  Was frequently tinkering with something or other under the car, hoping to get a few thousand more miles out of it.  Or creating a random widget or gift or project with one kind of power tool or another down in the workshop.

He didn't want to lose a finger.  And ... maybe even more than that, it just was plain uncomfortable for him to wear.

At first I subtly hinted.  And then not so subtly pouted.  And obnoxiously wheeled and dealed, trying without even a hint of success to get that band of gold back on his finger where it belonged.  I even offered {more than once} to buy my non-jewelry wearing man a chain so he could tote my precious wedding gift around his neck.  What was I thinking?

That was so not going to happen.

Over time ... click here to read the rest of the story at Cheryl's place

Linda

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22 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Linda. I love the picture of you two also. Thank you for this wise insight. Isn't it something how we keep learning as we grow older? I've learned, too, that it's better to let some things go. I love the awesome truth that "the same powerful God who spun the universe into existence is more than capable to carry through His wise and wonderful plans with little, if any, help from us." Amen! Love and blessings to you!

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    1. Yep, I'm still a student of my husband, of marriage, of learning to love well. Lifetime, I guess!

      God is good, so patient and kind as He teaches us His kind of everlasting love. Thanks for being here today, Trudy ...

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  2. Thank you SO much for sharing your beautiful story with us, my friend. You are a continual blessing to me.

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    1. I so appreciate the opportunity you put out there to your readers, Cheryl. You are a generous and kind hostess!

      ;-}

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  3. It's really a bit curious,
    that our marriage is now stronger
    (or perhaps, more humourous)
    because I can't speak any longer.
    We have to work in cooperation
    to learn the rote of ASL,
    and cannot afford to hide
    behind some wild gesticulation.
    So it's really rather fun,
    and I see again my mate
    as when it all had begun,
    a kind of new 'first date'.
    I would not trade this for the world,
    to see, anew, my lovely girl.

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    1. Your 'lovely girl.'

      Barbara ... and you ... are blessed indeed. Even in the valley of the shadow. Praying for you both even as we speak, friend.

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  4. I'm so touched by your story. What a heart-hearing man ... his heart heart you even as you doubted it did for all those years. He held your hand and heart in his. For always.

    Happy anniversary!

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    1. Oh I never doubted his love and commitment, Barbara. Not for one moment!

      Over time, I've learned to discern between what's important and non-negotiable {like faithful love} vs. preference items {a ring or no ring on the finger}.

      Blessed indeed.

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  5. Thank you for sharing your story, Linda.

    God bless.

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  6. Linda, I enjoyed reading your love story on Cheryl's blog. Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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    1. Isn't it fun to connect with new friends? Cheryl is a sweetheart, isn't she ...

      ;-)

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    1. So glad you're here with me early this morning ...

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  8. Heading over to read the rest, Linda!

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  9. What a sweet, beautiful, and inspirational story Linda. Thanks for sharing this! And I love the photo... two redheads!!!

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    1. Hi, Gail! Well, let's just say that mine is not my natural color ...

      ;-)

      Looks like we're twinsies!

      * sigh *

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  10. I was never pressed about my husband wearing his wedding band; I knew where his heart belonged. (Maybe I'm different!) Now to read the remainder of the post.

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    1. 'knew where his heart belonged.'

      Love when this is true for us!

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