Marriage Letters: I Trust You Because . . .

Huni,

I trust you.  And trusting is so hard for me to do.  Me?  Trusting anyone or anything?  Me, the one who’s been so dangerously betrayed by those who were supposed to be trustworthy.  The little girl in me always remembers that and she begs me to protect myself and trust no one.  I have had to fight fear and try so hard to receive your good and know that you are safe and it’s been a fight.  A struggle.  But I do trust you.  Or I, at least, am trying to because I know that it is important for our marriage and my growth, (and your growth, for that matter) and I try to live believing that you are trustworthy.

The first glimpse of just how trustworthy you are came after a series of Impact retreats and conferences.  I remember telling you that I appreciated how your character remained the same; when everyone was watching, and when it seemed that no one was watching (because I was watching . . .more than I care to admit :0)  I knew then that I could trust you to be yourself.  And that this cool guy with a heart for the Lord and great character, was truly that . . . and more.

That palpable sense of trust covered me still when, through our dating relationship, you showed me yourself, your family, your God, your heart, your love.  Emmanuel, you surrounded me, every time you got the chance, physically and emotionally.

And here we are, almost seven years into our marriage, but ten years of walking together, striving to know the other, striving to truly love one another and make each other happy and I know it, strong and sure:  you are trustworthy.  I’m thinking about how you let me lay all of my fear, shame, sin and ugliness before you and instead of judging me, you loved me and became angry for me, seeking a way to protect me from further hurt and harm.

So when I act like I don’t trust you, please continue to be patient with me and continue to love me through it.  This trust thing is a huge plunge for me.  At times it glides and at times skids, rough and rocky.  The opportunity to trust you is hardly about you, but more about all that that moment represents.  You think, “Pam, you know me.  You can trust me.”  I think, “You’re asking me to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro and I don’t even exercise on a regular basis.”  Huni, I do know you.  You are the sweetest person I know.  I know you want good for me and you mean good for me and I want to allow those truths to blanket me and make me feel safe.  Because that’s trust’s right hand man–safety.  I’m the one in this situation who needs to work harder for the trust to flow better.

As I grow to show you how much I love you and trust you, I try to remind myself that it’s safe because your love for me is another way that God shows me that He loves me.  And I want to give you the same grace.  I want to lavish you in the freedom of knowing that I trust you to make good decisions for the health and benefit of the girls and me.  I want my love and trust for you to make you feel strong, confident and capable in the world, daily, because I know that God desires to use me to show you just how much He loves you and what He thinks of you.  What a privilege and a high calling to trust you and to represent Christ in loving you.  He loves you best, but He must think a great deal of me to give me the charge of loving a man like you.  I know that as I lean into Him and rely on Him, loving you and trusting you in a way that He desires will accomplish all that I hope for you, and greater, all that He has in store for you.

I love you E.T.

pamela t.

If you haven’t joined me yet, please consider writing your spouse a marriage letter.  This experience has been rich for me, to ponder these things, to share my ponderings with my husband and plant seeds on behalf of my marriage.  I’ve also enjoyed reading the letters of others and being encouraged at the glimpse of the way other marriages work.  Visit:  http://therunamuck.com/2012/04/15/marriage-letters-i-trust-you-because/  to see what I mean.

Marriage Letters: On the Names I Call You

So, Monday came and went and I didn’t get a chance to post but I still wanted to write my marriage letter, because this is something I really believe in.  As best said by Amber over on www.therunamuck.com, “Call your marriage what it really is. Every Monday in April we’re writing letters because we believe that when we bless our own marriage, we bless the marriages of others.”  I’m right there with you, sista.  Check out some other letters here:  http://therunamuck.com/2012/04/09/marriage-letters-on-the-names-i-call-you/  Would love for you to join me and share your marriage letters on her site!

Dear Huni,

That’s my most favorite name to call you, Hunibun, because you really are so, so sweet.  I remember this particular point in our relationship, after we had been dating for a while, and your character had remained consistently honey-sweet, I asked you how long it would last.  I expected that just like all the others, it would soon run out and you’d be just like all the others.  But not you.  You’ve remained one of the sweetest, most consistent, most wonderful people that I have ever known.  Thank you for that.  Hunibun.

When I saw this topic, I knew exactly what I wanted to post for my letter.  I wanted to post an actual video of the song, but YouTube failed me (they had one, but not one that I liked enough to post here for you).  So, go and listen to Brandy sing He Is and know that, exactly what she says, as I said to you so many years ago, you are to me.  I know you’ll remember this. . . Prince Charming, angel, friend, lover, my one . . .  And more.  I love you.

Love,

pamjam, cornbread, babycakes, bae, your wife.

Salt . . .Light . . .Us . . .

I’ve always had high educational aspirations.  When I left to get my bachelor’s degree, I was already thinking about my master’s. And as I finished my master’s degree, I worked hard to quiet the roar for a doctorate.

After finishing undergraduate school I was bound to explore the world.  First stop, Manchester, UK.  I fell in love with my college sweetheart and he loved me back so passionately that just before I left he asked me to be his wife.  I said yes but I went to Manchester anyway.  Not wanting love to anchor me just yet, I moved forward in learning, exploring, discovering and then caught the first love train coming back this way when my stint was over.

Moved to his city just before the nuptials so that we could begin to build on some common ground together since our whole relationship had basically been long distance.  God, in the way that only He can, hooked me up with a job that included commission and a new apartment convenient to everything I’d want and need since I didn’t have any wheels just yet. (He’s so efficient, right?!!)

Then came marriage and we were happy.  We were thrilled, in fact, and our love for each other was so thick and full that it had us believing that we were fulfilled in every area of our lives.  For a time.

The ache for more came pounding, palpable and unrelenting.  My job was . . . cool . . . but I knew that it wasn’t supposed to be mine but for so long.  So I prayed and explored some more and even though I knew it would disrupt our comfort for a short time, I left it all. (here’s where I thank God for giving me wisdom to wait on and accept the man that He chose for me, ’cause my man was with me all the way, so supportive and genuinely concerned about my emotional well being.)  Again, God blessed me.  This time with a career as an educator and a position at a great school that offered an opportunity to obtain my M.Ed. (score!!!!!)

Then came baby girl one and we were ecstatic.  Prior to her conception, I had never made room in my mind or heart for children of my own.  Not sure why, just didn’t think I’d be fit to be a mommy.  But God softened my heart and gave me the desire for children and then gave me the desires of my heart.  E and I thought that life couldn’t get any better. We felt abundantly blessed to have Israel Grace.  For reals.  And things seemed . . .right.

Then came baby girl two and I was stunned.  Thirteen months later, she came sweetly into the world.  So many negative emotions flooded my mind and heart simply because I felt that I wasn’t ready for another baby and I wasn’t trusting God to know better than me. (covers face in shame)  I was terrified of what it would be like to have two children, much more two children less than two years old.  Terrified.  But I knew that I had to repent and get my mind right because whether or not I was ready He wanted to give me this gift and my, oh my, what a gift she is.  Ava Joelle is a blessing of massive proportions.  Absolutely.

My life seriously changed after she came.  But not for the reasons you might think.  Yes, it is difficult being mommy to two little girls.  So much to do.  So much to manage. SO much.  But after we had Ava, we decided that I would stay home full time, instead of part time as I did once we had Izzie.

Staying home full time has been amazing and hard and on another day I’ll elaborate.  It’s like a whole new world and nothing like what I imagined (I’ve watched too much t.v.).  As much as there is to do and as busy as I am on a daily basis, loving my family, caring for them, educating the girls, training the girls, caring for and cleaning my home and so much more, the Lord completely opened up my life and showed me that I was missing something.  One morning, I walked into my girls’ room and I could hear my Lord speaking to me, saying, “You can have the life you want.  You can do what you want to do with your life.  You are not in control but I have empowered you to make decisions.  But first, you need to figure out what you want. ”  And it felt like freedom to hear that.

I had recently heard an inspiring and exciting talk by my pastor’s wife, Mrs. Lynette Lewis (for more visit http://www.lynettelewis.com).  As she excitedly and confidently spoke about dreams and their power to energize, she awakened something in me.  And as she spoke practically about personal mission statements and how to put your dreams in action with the 1-1-1 rule (work toward one dream, once a week, for one hour) I became as the runner at the starting line at an Olympic track event; in ready position, just waiting for the sound of the gun so that I could take off running with the determination to win.

It appears to me that most of us have dreams and goals that we are not fulfilling for whatever reason–fear, lack of time, lack of resources, I could go on.  But I am discovering that none of these issues are powerful enough to hold us still, except for the power that we give to them by making them legitimate.  And what’s more, many of the dreams that I have are things that God placed inside of me and are related to my gifts and inclinations, unique only to me because of the purposes, works and people He has set aside for me to reach.

This week we had dinner with a sweet, sweet, funny couple (more on the wife, Whitney, soon).  After dinner Whitney and I got to talking and she spoke about how her giftings, at one time, didn’t seem to be life changing because some may not take it seriously (but I’m telling you, this woman is amazing and her art is a reflection of the creativity, innovation and beauty of our God) as say, moving to a third world country, adopting orphans and building homes while  sharing the gospel.  But then she spoke about how we, as God’s people, the representation of the Kingdom, are called to positively change and effect our culture, in. every. way.  That includes moving to third world countries and working there as well as it includes making a difference right where we are.  We are called to be salt and light (Matthew 5:13-16).  So let’s figure it out friends.  What is it that makes your heart beat?  What would you do if you knew you could not fail?  What work would you do even if you knew that no one would pay you a penny or a compliment for doing it?  And where is God in these things?  Speak to Him.  Offer yourself up to Him and ask Him how He’d like to use you to change the world for His glory.  Listen closely and carefully.  Then get going! I believe that there is no job too big or too small, too silly or too meaningful when it is set to the tune of His course and purpose.  Let’s lay aside every weight and get busy.

13 “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. 14 “You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.

 

photo taken by raine, found on flickr.com


Marriage Letters: On Serving Together

Hey Huni,

Remember I told you that I would be writing you letters each Monday in April on my blog?  Well, today’s letter is on serving together.  He’s in it, right?!!?

We’ve been talking about this so much lately as we try to figure out how He wants to use us and what He wants our family, as a unit, to stand for, and here He is in this moment encouraging me to think about this and get the conversation going again.  I just love the Lord.  I really appreciate Him pursuing us and making it a little bit easier for us to know His will for our lives.  While we are praying and waiting to hear from Him on this, I thought that I would spend a few minutes in my letter to you talking about the ways we serve together right now.

It seems like we’ve done a great deal of serving together though it might tend to fly under the radar.  Our marriage is ministry and it feeds directly into the hearts of our baby girls.  The care that we show to one another and the energy that we put into our marriage facilitates our ability to be the kind of shepherding-parents the Lord would have us to be.  I love you so, so much Emmanuel.  I am so grateful that the Lord saw fit to bless me with you.  You truly are a gift, a promise manifested of being able to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

Being married to me is not always easy because I do not always handle being a wife gracefully, but thank you so much for always fighting for me and for our marriage.  You are my warrior prince and our union rests in good hands with you. (hey, you give the Allstate man a run for his money!–you know, you’re in good hands with Allstate :0))

Our children are our ministry.  We work so hard with those two!  Whew!!  You and I both know that they are sweet, gifted and heaven sent but I appreciate having you by my side reminding me of it everyday.  Thank you for going to work everyday even though your heart beats for full time ministry in a different capacity.  Thank you for that sacrifice for our family ministry.  Thank you for coming home ready to be with us and enjoy us even though I know that you are tired from a long day of work.  Thank you for working so hard, huni.  As the leader of this ministry, you do a great job!  The girls and I are grateful, happy and we feel so blessed, cared for and protected by God through you.  Each day we have the opportunity to approach the world carefree and I get to take the time to pour into them and pull them into our vision so that they can grow into the women that God would have them to be.  And it starts with your diligence and determination to make our family be a vision of our resurrected savior. We are a force, the four of us.  Attitude, reflects leadership, captain. ;0)  (~Julius Campbell, Remember the Titans)

Lisa Bevere said (something like) “A woman who knows her purpose is not easily distracted.” And I’d have to say that that must be true for a marriage as well.  I’ve told you before that you are radical in the way you think. I’m not sure what’s our next move.  We have the bible study on Thursday nights, we have ministry with our extended family, our friends, our jobs, and our desires for other ministry opportunities.  We serve together in so many capacities.  It’s tough but it’s sweet.  There’s no telling where your radical mind and the Lord’s will will take us from here, but if we stay focused on Him and diligent to pursue our purpose . . .ain’t no mountain high enough.  I love you E.T.

pamela t.

See more marriage letters here:  http://therunamuck.com/2012/04/02/marriage-letters-on-serving-together/

Here is the note from Amber, the author of the blog that really encouraged me to join her and the others in this endeavor:  Please do join SethJoyScott, and me as we hold our marriages up to the light. Call your marriage what it really is. Every Monday in April we’re writing letters because we believe that when we bless our own marriage, we bless the marriages of others.

Hello World, Goodbye Fear. . .

Right now I feel like the kid who has been aching to ride her bike without training wheels.  She knows she can do it.  She sees the other kids doing it and wants to join in ever so much.  But . . .

After months of practice compounded by weeks of enduring the extra two small yet powerful wheels that protect her from falling, but also keep her isolated from the adventure and those who dare to venture, she decides that the jutted-out-to-the-side-hindrances have to go.  Free from the fear enablers, she gets on, firmly plants feet to pedals and slowly takes off, every now and then slamming feet on concrete to prevent an ugly, horrible crash.  And she does this stopping and starting until she gains enough momentum not to care anymore.  The thrill of the wind on her face and the sheer accomplishment of succeeding in trying is enough to make her wind those pedals in circular motion over and over again.

Writing can be an experience much like that for me.  I often allow all of the fear concerning my writing gift to halt me rather than allowing my passion for writing to propel me.  But no more.  Here I am world!!  Writing!!  My blog!!  Whew!! (shouts into a megaphone —>) The girl is on the bike!  No training wheels of caution because so far, for me at least, caution has quickly gone from sensibility and thoughtfulness to excuses and failure to even try.  I’m just so happy to be doing something I love with no fear of success or failure (well, maybe there is still just a little bit of fear . . . :0).  Fear has played the role of friend but showed up more like a foe time and time again.  Uhhhhhhh, I think I wanna try something else for a while.  Turns out I still have some courage left.  (who knew??!!?)

The girl is on the bike.  And she has her hands up, head thrown back and she is grinning wildly as she rides down the hill of an open road. . .

 

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