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25 Lessons From 25 Years of Marriage

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I’ve never felt entirely confident in giving marriage advice. 

Gil and I do not have a traditional story. We were good friends for two years, dated for a month, were engaged for five months, and were married on October 7, 2000.  (I wrote that story here: Exceedingly, Abundantly: The First Decade.)

We moved to Tanzania nine months after we got married, where I had a mental breakdown ten days after we arrived, worked myself into exhaustion with eleven-hour workdays and additional ministry at night, and Gil wasn’t given any of the mentoring he asked for and often felt like a failure. Those first two years, Gil watched dozens of Friday night movies while I fell asleep on the couch next to him during the first fifteen minutes. Fun times.

We moved back to the States two years later for Gil to enter seminary; I was anxious, he was depressed, and we were both a mess a lot of the time. Meanwhile, the harsh reality of infertility entered the picture, and then we had another international move. 

I think that both of us spent a good portion of the first several years of our marriage feeling either frustrated or hurt with each other, and it’s difficult to know how much of that was us and how much was our circumstances. But that’s life, right? Disney tells us that marriage begins the happily ever after, but, well, that’s just dumb. 

But here we are, twenty-five years later. Still married, and honestly, happier now than we ever were in the early years. 

I’ll never be an expert on marriage—I can only be an expert on my marriage. The lessons I’m sharing today might be no-brainers for you, or you might feel a heap of unnecessary condemnation because you can’t see these things applying in your marriage, which looks (or looked) very different from mine. If that’s the case, then ignore what you need to ignore.

I wrote these 25 lessons from my perspective, not Gil’s, but please don’t get the impression that I believe marriage is a one-sided deal. A person can glorify God by loving and serving an unreciprocating spouse, but that marriage will never be happy unless both are loving and serving. 

Yet, at the same time, I think that my marriage went from being often frustrating to almost always happy when I stopped fixating on reciprocation. How much did God change me and how much did God change Gil in that season? That is the mystery of two people becoming one.

Last week we celebrated 25 years for a few days in San Diego, and I praised God for this guy who took me to Africa, is the best dad to our kids, and who makes me laugh, feel safe, and be a better version of myself. He has enthusiastically cheered me on through all the roles God has brought me into, even if it’s meant sacrifices for him. 

When we got married, we had “Ephesians 3:20-21” inscribed in our wedding rings, which says:

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

Well, I should clarify: my ring has that reference inscribed in it. Gil lost his wedding ring several years ago and now wears a substitute we bought for one euro from a street vendor in Istanbul. This makes me laugh every time I think about it and I love that fake wedding ring even more because of it. It kind of sums up the messiness of marriage, doesn’t it? You might read this list and think, Wow, she sure has it good! at some parts and Whoa, her marriage was a trainwreck at other parts. Yes and yes. 

Without further delay, here are my 25 lessons from 25 years of marriage. When I say lessons, I mean I personally learned them. As in, I didn’t do them well at the beginning. Sometimes I was flat out terrible at them. You’ll have to ask Gil how often I practice what I preach today.

  1. My parents were right: Choosing a husband who shares your values about God, money, and parenting means way less conflict. And an extra tip for those not yet married? Talk about adoption from the beginning too. I am continually thankful that Gil and I have always been on the same page about all of these things. 
  2. Serve in ministry together. I can’t think of anything else that has intertwined our hearts more than this. I wrote about it here: A Marriage Forged on the Mission Field
  3. Expectations hurt a marriage. Resentment from unmet expectations makes you unnecessarily miserable.*
  4. Don’t expect your husband or your marriage to be the source of all of your happiness. In our early years, my mood rose and fell on how well our marriage was going. This is a sure-fire way to be upset a lot of the time and anxious for the rest of it. 
  5. Don’t expect him to read your mind about what makes you happy.
  6. Focus more time and energy on finding ways to serve him and make him happy instead of pouting over the times he didn’t read your mind. 
  7. Don’t interpret his motives through your incorrect and unrealistic expectations. (No, he probably didn’t forget on purpose nor is it a reflection of his love for you.)
  8. Don’t expect him to take the place of a healthy community. A marriage cannot hold the weight of a need for close friends.
  9. Don’t expect him to read your mind about what neat and clean looks like. This is simply not fair. If the windows or baseboards are that important to you, clean them yourself. 
  10. Criticizing, micromanaging, or nagging (which are also forms of criticism) are a great way to discourage him from helping. 
  11. Take the StrengthsFinder assessment. We did this a few years into our marriage and it was a gamechanger for me. Suddenly I understood and appreciated Gil in a completely new light. 
  12. Focus on your husband’s strengths. Many weaknesses can be reframed as strengths. Choose to reframe.
  13. Regularly compliment him on his strengths. Do this in front of other people. 
  14. Shocker: You are way more selfish and self-centered than you thought possible. When this becomes apparent, respond in humility, not defensiveness. 
  15. Joyfulness is contagious. So is grumpiness and resentment. 
  16. “I was wrong” and “thank you” are the mortar for the bricks of marriage.
  17. Be kind. Never say or do anything that has the sole purpose of hurting the other person.
  18. Make him laugh. Be ridiculous. Laugh at his jokes. 
  19. Share everything: bank accounts, phone passwords. Well, except sheets. We tried to share for ten years before we realized that we could sleep better and still be happily married with our own sheets. 
  20. You don’t have to share all interests or hobbies, but learning together (reading, watching, listening) about topics that interest you both is a fantastic way to build connection. 
  21. Encouraging him to pursue his hobbies is a great way to love him. 
  22. Jesus said that dying to yourself (and your desires) is how to find abundant life. Marriage is one of the best ways to discover this. 
  23. The more expectations, grievances, offenses, grudges, hurts, etc, you can let go of, the better. Pick your battles and make them few. Let the rest go.**
  24. Make grace your goal. Grace for him, grace for yourself, and grace even when he doesn’t give you grace. Grace transforms. 
  25. Prayer is always a better strategy than manipulation, nagging, or worrying.

Grace and prayer are a great way to end this list. I would love to hear your lessons too!

*Just to be clear, expectations of physical and psychological safety should go without saying. 
**Anything in the category of abuse or major sin issues doesn’t count. Don’t let those go.

Cultivating Beauty is How To Force Back the Darkness

What beauty is teaching me about finding hope and purpose

My first week of my first year away at college, I went to Target and bought decorations for my dorm room. I bought imitation ivy to pin to the walls and artificial flowers that matched my quilt. I probably spent about twenty dollars, and afterward I felt very guilty, which is probably the only reason I remember this inconsequential event.

My particular brand of youthful idealism centered around sacrifice. I had already wrestled greatly with the decision to spend the time and money to attend college when people were dying (literally and spiritually) all over the world. But I was an intensely practical young woman, so I was convinced by my parents’ argument that I would be more useful for the kingdom of God with a higher education. 

However, decorations for my room? Totally superfluous. A child was starving to death in Sudan while I bought plastic ivy. Making my room beautiful felt excessive, extravagant, and therefore, selfish.

Though stewardship is still important to me, I had a lot to learn about beauty. Contrary to my youthful pragmatism, beauty is not purposeless. God created beauty; it reflects him, and my instinct to cultivate it is a part of his image in me. 

Planting hope

I go to my garden in the evenings when my work is finished and the air is cool, and I am soul weary. The news of the day had crept out of dark corners like fire ants, biting, leaving welts: the bombings, the deportations, those starving children in Sudan. The heaviness of a friend with chronic illness or a husband who left, or my worries for my children, are like stubborn weeds that spring up unbidden, refusing to release, spreading, sucking up the life around them.  

But then I notice tiny green filaments pushing up through dark soil, and with it comes an inexplicable surge of hope. Each successive day brings something new to see, to examine, and I water and watch as fragile stems metamorphose into poppies, gladiolas, daisies, black-eyed susans. The sunflowers stretch and peek over the fence. Lillies open their mouths and sing, faces to the sky. The hummingbirds and bees dance in a delighted frenzy of indecision. And suddenly I am no longer so heavy. 

I dig my fingers in deep and pull out the weeds at the root, while somehow the exquisite detail of the purple larkspur seeps into my soul. As I force back what’s dead and lifeless to make room for Eden to flourish, suddenly the world doesn’t seem so dark. 

learning to lean into humility

I Probably Think I’m Better Than You

Learning to lean into the opportunities for humility 

learning to lean into humility

In childhood Sunday School classes, we sang “Humble Thyself in the Sight of the Lord” in a perfect two-part round that sent chills down my spine, but I don’t ever remember any teacher ever teaching on humility. The Fruit of the Spirit, yes. Being loving, courageous, evangelistic – check, check, check. 

Humility was a sort of mystery to me. You could achieve it by being Not Proud, but that was just as nebulous and abstract. So I just don’t brag about myself? Doesn’t sound too hard. I vaguely remember absorbing the concept that If you are humble, you won’t know that you are. Not exactly a measurable life goal. 

So I find it fascinating that there seems to be a growing awareness in our culture – and not just among Christians – that humility is a valuable virtue. I recently read Tempered Resilience, which emphasized the necessity of humility in leadership. Then I read The Ideal Team Player, which emphasized (you guessed it!) humility in being the (you guessed it!) ideal team player. And super-popular speaker Brene Brown talks about it all the time. 

It seems that I’m not the only one waking up to the significance of humility. 

There’s Never Enough Time(?)

I love gardening, and a friend asked me what kinds of things she should plant at her new house. 

“It depends on how much time you want to devote to a garden,” I told her. “I love my flowers, but they are a lot of work. If you don’t enjoy the process, it won’t happen.”

And I listened to myself say these words and contemplated how that’s true about a lot of things.

I’ve been asked several times for advice about starting a blog. “Don’t bother if you don’t love writing,” I tell them. This doesn’t mean that writing isn’t a discipline. There are plenty of times that I have to pick myself up by the scruff of the neck and force my fingers to start moving. But I want to write. I am motivated to do it. So I find the time.

We can complain that there’s never enough time, but the truth is that we find time for what is most important to us. 

Can I Trust God With My Children?

As a mom, do I have a control problem? Maybe. Do I have a responsibility problem? Definitely. 

I’ve taken the StrengthsFinders assessment twice in the past twenty years; both times, responsibility was way up near the top. If I agree to do something, I will do it, and I will do it well, so help me God – or lose my sanity, my sleep, or my good sense in the attempt. 

Raising teenagers makes me lose all of the above. 

I tried so hard to do All the Good Parenting Things. I made them drink Kiefer, read countless books with them, prayed and played, showed and shared. I taught them to come when I called; I re-learned pre-algebra twice; I put limits on their screen time. I take my job so seriously. I am the Responsiblest Mom of them all. 

And now I have four teenagers, with adulthood lurking around every corner, and I feel the desperate urgency looming over me that my time left with them is short. So Gil and I made an Adulting List that they must check off, and we are teaching them to drive, interview, clean, and budget. As they begin to make their own choices, I warn and cajole, nudge and prod. 

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