My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—BUILD. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
When Kate posted the word for this week, my mind went crazy with ideas to write on.
Build a wall?
Build a bridge?
The thing that kept coming to mind with these ideas is the thought of building a relationship. Some of you know my sisters and I are throwing a party for my parents this weekend. They’re celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary.
No doubt, there were days and seasons when they didn’t feel like working at this thing called marriage anymore. Times when they were raising three close-in-age girls when they had no time for them…dealing with 3 chicken pox laden toddlers, girls in various activities, sibling rivalry, etc.
Yet, they continued to stay with their relationship. They built their marriage, one decision at a time.
They made time when they went out for coffee (or something) just to have a little “them” time.
There were times when they stuck with each other when one or the other of them made painful choices, choices that impacted the other.
They learned to laugh together. To cry together. To bear with each other in love (Click to tweet).
They’ve been through health scares, joyful times, the death of parents.
They’ve survived willful teenager daughter years when we did things that brought them embarrassment, and probably grief.
They chose to grow with each other.
I’m learning that marriages are built. Yes, they’re established with those first “I do’s,” but the building of the relationship comes after the first time they say those two little words.
The building of an enduring relationship happens one single choice at a time. A choice to say, “I do” when life happens. When life’s hard hits the core of the relationship.
They chose to stick together. They chose to turn to God, to look to Him to help them in those places where their relationship was weary.
They have chosen to stay with each other. To encourage each other and to build each other up, every step of their fifty-year journey.
I’m so thankful for the legacy they have left my sisters and me. The reminders that marriages thrive one choice at a time.
What about you? What helps you choose to stay in a relationship when the hard times come? If you’re brave, how did you meet your spouse? (Because I LOVE these stories)
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