Ten

This weekend marked ten whole weeks of marriage. It may seem silly to even be excited about ten weeks, but every week of marriage is another one spent with him. It's another week that we pushed through the hard stuff and made it out. I think it's important to celebrate small victories because it is a victory.
I've been reminded this week just how fragile marriage is, and how the majority of people see it as something disposable. And I fully understand that marriage is something difficult, and sometimes aspects of marriage do need to be thrown away. Things that speak of our selfishness need to be cut off and thrown away immediately. But, as far as I can tell, things that speak of we, unity, and oneness, aren't usually the culprits of arguments and certainly are not the culprits of divorce. Any time Hunter and I have been faced with an argument selfishness (generally on my part) is to blame.
I pray that as a Christian my marriage is set apart. I pray that my marriage has the tenacity that God exhibits in His love for Israel as marked in the Old Testament. I pray that these ten weeks are just the beginning of living a marriage that honors Christ and shows an accurate depiction of Him. I'm afraid that these first ten weeks did not mirror a life changed by Christ most of the time, but we're working on it. I'm working on it.