Young Married Life

4 Posts authored by: Rachel_Z
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I'm sore in muscles I didn't even know existed.

 

My husband is an arborist, and his job involves tree care and a lot of tree removals. There hasn't been enough work for him or his coworkers this winter, so he's been the "house spouse" since Thanksgiving. But since he's likely to be called back in to work in the next few weeks, and I have a friend who needs a few trees removed from her backyard, it seemed like the right time to get him ready for the rigors of his job by volunteering to help him with these tree removals.

 

I'm not really sure what I thought I was going to do Saturday to help, especially since my only experience with tree work was to watch Jeremy trim the huge elms next door last fall (a neighbor and I pulled up chairs on the driveway and watched — it's really amazing to behold). I suppose I thought I'd respond to things like "Would you please hand me the pole saw" or "If I fall making this cut, call an ambulance."

 

Instead, I got to play the part of a groundsman, tossing ropes up to him in the tree, guiding tree sections to a narrow drop zone (between a fence and some electrical wires) by pulling on the rope tied to the trunk while Jeremy notched and cut that part of the tree, crawling over and falling into the dead branches that were strewn about the base of the tree (imagine 1,000 rakes being dropped like pick-up sticks; now walk on top of them to get something lying in the middle of them—you're going to step on something somewhere that causes a rake handle to fly up and smack you), glaring incredulously and refusing to heed the instructions "Just toss the pole saw up to me, and I'll catch it" (who in their right mind throws a saw in the air?!).

 

He probably could have finished all the removals if he'd had a more experienced (and less wimpy, and better prepared) groundsman, but Jeremy was patient and sympathetic the whole morning. After I got hit in the face with a branch (seriously, it was like walking in a bed of rakes) after falling into more deadwood, I began to realize that this is why he comes home so tired. Rather than getting irritated at having to be more involved than I'd planned (or dressed for), I figured this was my chance to go beyond the watch-your-husband-at-work day I'd experienced in September and instead walk a mile in his boots in a kind of take-your-wife-to-work day. Because while I could imagine what it was like for him to do his job, I didn't really know how he actually felt at the end of the day.

 

That afternoon, Jeremy urged me to take antacids to keep me from feeling too sore the next few days, but I refused. I wanted to remember how it feels to be him. I wanted to be able to sympathize with him, the way that Christ is able to sympathize with us (Hebrews 4:15).

 

It's a few days later now. My bruises are beginning to fade. The scratches are starting to heal. My muscles are still aching in places I didn't expect. But I feel I know my husband better — how taxing his work is, what dangers he faces, the satisfaction of tree care well done. I know where to rub his back, and I understand why he doesn't feel like taking dance classes during the busy season. And that makes it worth every bump, bruise, abrasion and ache.

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We visited my husband's family over Christmas break (yes, I've been out of school for years but still think in terms of school calendars). While we were at church Sunday morning, I chatted with folks I hadn't seen in over a year and met a few new people. For some reason, I was extremely aware of conclusions I was drawing about these people and about the other congregants they spoke of. And as I chatted, I suddenly wondered, If Jesus were to show up today as Messiah — that first time around after people had waited centuries upon centuries for His appearance — would I see Him as a fraud?

 

I got to wondering what ideas I have about Jesus that I'd expect Him to fulfill. I know I've sat in smug satisfaction in the past, wondering self-righteously how the Jewish people could have overlooked Jesus as Messiah because of all the prophecies He fulfilled. It seems so obvious!

 

But even looking at Isaiah more closely, some of what the Jews expected (a political leader who would overthrow the Roman government) seems to be specific criteria for Messiah:

 

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government there will be no end. He will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. (Isaiah 9:6-7)

 

That seems pretty specific. And I imagine many Jewish believers looked disapprovingly on the "weak" ones who "fell for Jesus" and believed Him to be Messiah. If Messiah hadn't already come and I'd known that this passage is a prophecy for Messiah, I'd have been looking at Jesus to see Him take political power.

 

But He didn't.

 

So what preconceived notions do I have of Christ that I'd want Him to fulfill? In the past, I'd have said He had to be nice, since Christians are supposed to be nice. But it doesn't sound very "nice" to compare a woman to her face to a dog (Matthew 15:21-28). I know better now ... but do I? I've had plenty of unbiblical expectations about God and His church. What do I believe about Jesus right now that isn't true? And how does that hinder fullness in my relationship with Him? Even more, how do I find those faulty ideas and remove them?

 

For now, I've started looking at the points in my life where I've felt that God has disappointed me. It's an eye-opening exercise, and I'll blog about some of this in the time ahead. What preconceived notions have you had about God, either past or present? How have they hindered a closer relationship with Christ? And for you, which ideas are the hardest to get past in order to see Jesus for who He really is?

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I've always loved to read and would read anything I could get my hands on ... which included my parents' marriage books when I was 13 (we'd moved overseas, and I hadn't made friends yet). I figured I wanted to marry eventually. Why not get a head start on marriage principles?

 

I didn't get married until later in my 20s but found that most of the principles in marriage books from years past were really helpful. So when the Focus on the Family broadcast touted a particular new book for wives, I started reading to see what I could do better for my husband.

 

And that's when the trouble started.

 

Within two days of reading (and implementing) the information in this marriage book, my husband wanted to talk about how I was acting. The conversation went something like this:

 

Him: "What exactly are you doing?"

 

Me: "What do you mean?"

 

Him: "You're acting all ... weird. What's going on?"

 

Me: "Oh, I read this marriage book and learned what husbands do and don't like and how women can be better wives. So I'm just putting those into practice so we can have a better marriage."

 

Him: "What exactly did this book tell you?"

 

Me: "To not tell you all the details of every moment of my day, that you want me to dress really well, that you want me to be a certain weight range. Stuff like that."

 

Him: "Is that why you aren't talking to me, are wearing makeup and work clothes, and aren't eating normal food?"

 

This is when I discovered that when the book said "most men," they weren't talking about my husband. Jeremy thought I looked sexiest in no makeup when wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He liked hearing about all the mundane details of my day. And he really, truly is attracted to larger women. (Seriously.)

 

We went through a similar drill recently when I read another marriage book, though this time I was smart enough to ask him first about ideas I read before I put them to practice (none of them applied to him or us).

 

That's when I realized that while marriage books and seminars and broadcasts have good big-picture ideas, it's far more important for me to be a student of my husband than a student of marriage principles. Makes me wonder how often I've missed great conversation opportunities because I consulted a book before Jeremy. As a result, I've changed my marriage-development plans from seeking expert advice to asking my husband how I can be a better wife to him.

 

What about you? Have you read or received marriage advice that didn't apply to you and your spouse?

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Managing Expectations

Posted by Rachel_Z Dec 21, 2009

 

My dad once told me that learning to manage your expectations of others (and others' expectations of you) is what makes life, well, manageable. I've found, however, that I have expectations about life that don't seem unreasonable; they're just not God's plans.

 

For instance, I expected to marry and start a family right out of college (I didn't marry until I was 27). I expected to be able to stay home with any kids we had (hasn't happened and likely won't). I expected to bear a lot of children (we miscarried multiple times before I was able to carry a pregnancy to term — and then had complications post-delivery that prevented further pregnancies).

 

None of these expectations were particularly wrong, but they haven't been what God has had in store for me. And, honestly, that's been disappointing for me. I've learned to throw out certain expectations and go with whatever God has in store for me, but I find I still carry certain expectations about life around. Which is why I find the story of Jesus' birth and early years comforting.

 

I always imagined Mary was patient and easy-going and trusting about the whole giving-birth-to-the-Messiah thing. Personally, I'm a planner, and I consider every contingency when going into a new stage of life. I never felt like I related to Mary. But this year during one of our Advent readings, I realized that Mary's first response to the news from the angel was "How?" That is the question of a planner.

 

I've spent the past few days wondering how things were for Mary, particularly if she were a planner. I've thought about her worry about being pregnant as an unmarried woman (punishable by stoning to death), her preparations for a birth with the midwife (only to find out she and Joseph would travel to Bethlehem around her due date), her frustration about not having any accomodations when she was in labor (because if there had been an available midwife in Bethlehem, you know she would have had Mary give birth in her home instead of a stable). Did she feel that God had forgotten her, giving her the job of birthing His son but failing to provide a proper place to do so? Was she frustrated that the hours following the birth brought a visit from a group of children (since shepherd responsibilities were often given to the youngest child in the family) when she probably just wanted to get some sleep?

 

Even Joseph had expectations to manage. After escaping with Mary and Jesus to Egypt and waiting out Herod's death, he planned to move back to Israel. Matthew 2:22-23 says, "But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning in Judea in place of his father Herod, he was afraid to go there. Having been warned in a dream, he withdrew to the district of Galilee, and he went and lived in a town called Nazareth" (emphasis mine). What plans had he had for his new family that were unrealized? What expectations did he have for his family and his life that were thwarted by the new king?

 

Managing expectations and dealing with the disappointment of unmet expectations is something I'll spend my whole life doing — in my marriage, with extended family relationships, at work, in church. I pray that I have the courage and faith to follow God's path wherever it leads, especially when things don't work out the way I plan.

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