My friend Liz (the college buddy who invited me to speak at her church’s marriage seminar a couple weekends ago) is here with her two boys, Cole and Aiden. They’re on Spring Break this week, so we’re doing an overnighter and then Nina and I are going with them to COSI for a day o’ fun. The older two are NONE too happy about those arrangements, but they have 6 (scheduled) days off school coming up and then they get 5 more for some Big Zoo Trip their mother is all gung ho about. That’s a grand total of SEVENTEEN days in a row with no school. That’s like Christmas in April. So I can’t justify taking them out of school for COSI. They’ll love me again in a few days.
Anyway, so with all the sweeping and vacuuming and scrubbing I’m doing to get ready for guests (oh, who am I kidding? i spent about 30 minutes total, and I hadn’t done any of it in over a month), I don’t have time for a wordy blog. So I’m going to steal some words from someone else, and I’m not even going to give her (him?) credit, because I don’t know who wrote it.
Stop me if you’ve heard this. Oh, wait. You can’t.
A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe-box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about. For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe-box and took it to his wife’s bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.
“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”
“Oh,” she said, “That’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”
Okay, so there wasn’t some big point to that. Just thought it was funny. And wished I knew how to crochet… (not really).
I’m honored and humbled to be able to play a small part in encouraging people in their marriages through writing and speaking and personal relationships/correspondence. I love, love, love getting e-mails from gals who have read Blushing or Is That All? and in some way, the book improved/helped/saved their marriage. I’m going to share some anonymous snippets of some of those e-mails tomorrow. And hopefully, I’ll be able to convey that this isn’t about “look what my cool book did!” but “look what my awesome God did through a few thousand words I had a blast putting together.”
Just about every day I have to pinch myself when I think that God saw fit to bless me with this kind of ministry. I’m so, so, so grateful.
Question for you–is there a book (besides the Bible) you’ve read that really made a huge impact on your life? It doesn’t have to be about marriage. Maybe a book on parenting, money, cooking, organizing, simplifying, discipleship, knowing God. Maybe a biography or memoir. Maybe a novel. Pick just one (if you can). I’d love to hear what it did for you!