Daily Prompt : In Good Faith

Marriage…to someone who is not of the same faith was the first time I really had to sit down and examine my own.  Over the years…there have been some very big obstacles to overcome…me a Christian…my husband (undetermined).

In marriage, you can easily grow apart if you lose sight that you booked a flight for two.  My husband and I have been together for 23.5 years.  We have always pointed our lives in the same direction.  We have always been a couple that I would have envied if I had been single.  Then something happened: the marriage flight we were on must have landed for a layover, then the layover turned into a delayed flight.

Eventually we had some maintenance work done and we were back in the air, although, this time the flight seemed a bit bumpier than normal.  It wasn’t the brain tumor I ended up needing to have removed, it wasn’t the child we decided to have, it wasn’t the strain of building a new house, it wasn’t the stress of our jobs.  We were used to conquering these types of things together.  We were a team and we worked well together.  It was something else.

It was the sporting events I stopped going to with him, it was the weight I had lost and the new sense of self confidence I had gained, it was the jealousy he had of the time I spent making new friends.  I started sharing my love with more and more people and apparently the love I had for my marriage was becoming too thin.  Finally came the emergency landing….we needed more fuel….we needed to land and rest a bit…we needed to strand ourselves on a desert island.

The plane we were on was once a solid plane and it is my belief that it will be flying at the highest altitudes again in the near future, but for now the passengers need to stretch their legs a bit.  This is a very personal letter I wrote to my husband not very long ago. Once upon a time you inspired me.  Your heart, your eyes, your smile captured me.  It was a perfect storm of timing that drew me closer with each passing day.  Stories were told, feelings shared, adventures planned.  Your smile made my smile happy, your eyes made my eyes linger, your heart made my heart love, your arms are where my arms found comfort.  And with each passing day we found deeper connections, unspoken connections, psychic connections, physical connections binding us for eternity. 

The bonding turned into a celebration of marriage, of our mutual respect and promise to always treat each other in the best interest of ourselves.  A promise to hold onto our mutual values, to evolve with each of our individual changes, as one person, no longer separated in spirit.  We vow, in front of all those we will take on our journey of connection, to love each other as we will never love another until death do us part. 

The journey began with surprise dates to places never been, holding hands and sneaking kisses, talks about the future and plans for success, fixing up the first living space while laughing through paint fumes, collapsing in laughter that seems to last forever.  We created memories one after another.  I watched as you cleaned the cat box at the car wash and ended up with kitty litter all over your face and arms.  I cringe when you drive on snow for fear you will end up in another neighbor’s yard.  We bark at the moon every time we are on a road trip. 

I love how you play invisible drums with your fingers and grunt in time with the beat.  I love how warm and inviting your shoulder is when we first go to bed and then at the perfect time we roll over and say goodnight.  I love our morning mantra’s before you disappear for work.  I even loved the solid routines, the shared chores, the financial plans, the insurance plans, the employment options, decisions about family.  We were always on the same page, we planned, we negotiated, we respected, and even through the fights we maintained the love we promised we would always strive for.  Then we took a leap of faith and decided to have a child.

It was scary, exciting, exhausting, beautiful, and every word used to describe love that could be uttered.  She brought a whole new meaning to shared values, respect, loyalty, love and morality.  She taught us so much more about ourselves and about each other.  Looking at her will always reflect the unity that is us.  She is the embodiment for only a short while longer of who we once were. 

I am not sure when it all changed because it wasn’t a single moment in time, an event, or even a particular action.  It was a season of times, events, and actions that led to the precipice we find ourselves dangling from.  We are two people standing on the edge of the globe wondering what uncertainty lies ahead. 

Options swim feverishly in the oceans churning deep within our minds.  Waves crashing with a deafening loudness resounding urgent echo’s into the skull. STOP the wind cries, STOP WAITING the valley rebuts, STOP the birds sing, STOP WAITING the rivers churn, STOP the clouds thunder, STOP WAITING the dirt disputes.    It seems as if the world stops; as if we are on a stage waiting to see how the dramatic turmoil will end.  Will they walk away hand in hand only to return at another undetermined time?  Will they stand looking at each other forever questioning why they are stuck in the precarious position they find themselves in?  Will one decide to walk away leaving all the jealousy, regret, pain, hatred and anger behind and begin a new journey on their own path leaving the other to either jump alone or retreat in a separate direction?  Or will they let the tears that glisten in each others eyes heal their hearts?

Once a heart is healed and a bond is fixed then a precipice becomes something to fly over not something to plunge into. Isn’t it worth finding the moment we can clasp hands in forgiveness and fly off into a new future!   I love you and lucky for you I am the type of person that believes in soaring.  Please decide to take my hand and come with me!


  1. Beautifully written. I went through a divorce about 5 years ago, after 18 years of marriage, and your words captured many of the same feelings, just from a different perspective. Thanks for sharing this.


  2. You know it makes sense. It’s just the intermission between the acts. You know that the hero always gets the girl. Be her hero. She loves you. You know you love her.

    It’s hard work, it always will be.
    Don’t end up like me
    Don’t look back at
    what could have beens
    what should have beens
    what might have beens
    But look forward to
    What will be
    What can be
    What should be

    Now is not the time to give up … now is the time to stand up, dust yourself off and say “glad that rocky road is through – now back onto the freeway … together”


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  5. Wow, girl! This is incredibly personal and extremely touching. This is the epitome of pouring your heart out on the page. Beautiful!
    A line in your letter stood out to me…silly, maybe. I lay on my husband’s shoulder every night until we roll away to sleep. For some reason that is so intimate to me. It is our moment.


  6. So many thoughts going through my head! First off, did you have a brain tumor or was that metaphorical? Did you guys fly again?

    So beautiful and so personal. I felt like you were talking about my new marriage as so many things reminded me of my husband. And so many things reminded me of past failures and fear that it will happen again. I love that you shared this again with all of us. It is something to be treasured and I hope it all worked out in the end.


  7. Hasty, thanks for the link. Much of what you experienced here resonates. My Queen survived breast cancer, her diagnosis almost exactly a year ago. Our plane was stranded with engine trouble for the previous 2 years or so. When she got the news, I went into just-take-care-of-business mode. I knew that once dealt with that we might just pick up where we left off. Fortunately the trauma of tge cancer was just kick in the bum she needed to see me for what I am…we are soaring once again. I talk a bit about the shift in my Back In The Saddle Again series. Respect to you and yours REDdog


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