This little space beckoned me today. Those dishes, the first I’ve washed in just over a week welcomed me with their familiar rhythm. Water hot enough to turn my hands pink, the bubbles, the gentle dunk, wipe, place.
The smell of my oil burner, and the regular homely hustle – my roots are here, where my kids are, where our hearts lie.
We’ve arrived home after a week on the island of Bali, just the two of us. He and I.
Hi-fiving each other for making it this far, our 10th wedding anniversary felt like a giant milestone.
Proof that we had what it takes all along, despite the doubters, despite the outset.
Because it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
And it’s about where you place your roots down along the way.
We chose to let our roots down deep.
The kind of deep that meant there was no backing out, no option for failure.
The kind of deep that a marriage needs.
Deeply rooted in repentance, forgiveness.
Deeply rooted in grace.
Deeply rooted in loyalty.
A fierce protection to keep pure the love we share.
Of course the roots sometimes threaten to bury into bitterness or monotony or regret.
Those roots we keep shallow and pluck them quickly.
Because the strong roots, the ones that will nurture and irrigate our marriage – they need to go deep. The ones that call us deeper into service to one another, the ones that make it less about me, the ones that allow me to choose to keep loving, keep forgiving, and to stay soft-hearted and passionate.
“And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him. Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.” *
Overflowing with thankfulness. For the ten years of adventure our marriage has had, and the future adventuring it’s yet to do. For the depth it has reached, and the depth it has yet to find.
Be deeply rooted.
* Colossians 2:6-7