
The Autumn Years of Marriage
A long marriage doesn’t make or break one’s character; it merely exposes it. And failure or erosion of the relationship is not inevitable.
A long marriage doesn’t make or break one’s character; it merely exposes it. And failure or erosion of the relationship is not inevitable.
We are not alone in our hidden pain, shame, exhaustion, weariness, illnesses and disabilities. He knows. He sees. And He is with us in every hidden detail.
How could I possibly reconcile these losses? They were unspeakable. Preventable. Unexpected. And in the face of such catastrophes, my natural question was “Why?” Why did this happen? If God was in control, why did he allow it? Why didn’t he stop it? Why? Why? Why?
“Brace yourselves,” the doctor said. The months that followed were a Gethsemane place for me, a taste the bittersweet of Job, “Even if You slay me…”
What would you say, in a poem, to a friend facing a serious diagnosis? How might your experience provide wisdom? Is there a poem that … you could share?
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