Mike and I recently attended a wedding. The bride was stunning, and the groom gleamed with pride. Not a dry eye in the place. Weddings are beautiful—not just because of the music, flowers, dresses, and tuxes, but also because they represent young, unblemished love. Like the birth of a child, the beginning of a new family holds unending promise and boundless dreams that have not yet been tarnished by conflict and foolish choices.
I'm not sure about you, but my marriage feels like it would now qualify for a "scratch and dent" sale. After 19 years and three children, my husband and I have weathered some storms. Compared to the optimistic and glistening love of those recently married, I sometimes wonder if our marriage has lost its newlywed beauty. After all, rarely in the throes of family life do Mike and I gaze adoringly into each other's eyes.
Instead of discovering one another with amazement, we finish each other's sentences and politely laugh at the same jokes we have heard countless times over the years. Has the splendor faded with the monotony and trials of everyday life?
When I look at my marriage from a different perspective, one the world resists, I can see visions of beauty that make our wedding day look drab. Sure, the house is messy, our three boys are loud, our schedules are busy, and romance is a rare commodity. But the miracle of living alongside a man who knows me inside and out, yet still loves me, is priceless. The bumps and challenges, harsh words spoken, and tears shed over the years have left a dent or two. But I can choose to view those imperfections as a priceless exhibition of God's grace rather than a fairy tale thwarted.1