The Day After Valentines

A single person sat down in my office yesterday (Valentines Day) and said.  "Today is National Don't Go On Facebook Day."  I looked at them with a bit of confusion, and then it hit me.  All the Valentines Day posts.  I get it.

Love is a beautiful thing.  It can cause a lot of pain too.  We love each other, but when we betray that love - it hurts.  Stupid decisions can cause a lot of heartaches.

When we got married, I learned that you shouldn't assume anything.  Because I had seen my future wife in the kitchen and because some delicious food came out of that kitchen, I thought she could cook.  It wasn't until after we were married that I discovered that her dad was the one doing all the cooking.  The cooking gene skipped her.

I knew this after she confused pork sausage stuffing with hamburger and tried to cook me a burger.  That was different.

Or when she put BBQ sauce on the spaghetti because she forgot to get some pasta sauce.  (She really didn't think I would notice.)  

She has burned water.  Technically she has destroyed a few saucepans by boiling water and forgetting to follow up with whatever she wanted to cook.  But still, there was smoke and a fire alarm.

At first, I was a bit upset.  Starvation wasn't how I pictured marriage.  But then adaptation set in.  Thank God for microwaves.  Simple recipes books (A Man, A Can, and A Microwave) and McDonald's.

Now I only mention this because of a simple truth.  Marriage will never make you happy.  But you can find happiness in a marriage.

Ephesians 4:2-3: “With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace."

30 some odd years later did Betty learn how to cook?  Nope. 

PRAY:  Dear Jesus, help me to be the spouse you want me to be.  AMEN