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Posted on Mar 26, 2012 in Marriage | 8 comments

Through the Fog

Through the Fog

This entry was written on February 6, 2012.

Friday morning it was foggy.  The land here is flat, the dirt is black, and they have fog like nothing I experienced in the red clay hills of the south.  I had been trying to get a new driver’s license from my new state with my new last name for too long, running into problems at every turn.  That morning I had everything in place, believed there were no more hoops to jump through.  I just had to make it to the correct building, present the documents I’d finally accumulated correctly, pay my money, and the whole ordeal would be over.  But it was foggy.  Very foggy.  School-delayingly foggy.

The short window of time I had to do it was closing, which would mean waiting another week.  Rural America doesn’t do things like suburbia.  Rick wanted me to stay home, to wait to leave.  He was worried about me driving in the fog.  I understood.  I stayed put and waited.  When it was finally time to go, with very little time to spare, I rushed out to my car to find it defrosted, gassed up, and containing all the things I would need for my day.  He wanted to follow me with his car until the point where we needed to go different directions, making sure the roads really were a little better.

As I drove away, I knew what it felt like to be loved.  This is love.  To be cherished, to be considered, to be the one he turns those blue eyes on with the look of love.

This week he has shown his love through clean floors (in spite of so much construction debris).  He has shown his love by putting on my new license plate, drilling holes so it fits correctly.  He has shown his love through moving furniture and commenting on curtains he didn’t care about and affirming the decisions I acted so confident about but really didn’t know what I was doing when I made them.  He has comforted me through petty frustrations.  He has loved me unconditionally.  This is love.

What have I done for him?  How have I shown my love?  How have I been the hands and feet of Jesus to him?  God, help me to love this man.  You love him through me.  Give me wisdom and grace and creativity.  Let him know he is cherished and adored. 

Today we have been married for 38 days.  They have been 38 amazing days, full of wonder and grace.  They have also been difficult days.  We have both been single for longer than most people.  We are used to doing things our own way, the way our family does things, the way we think things should be done.  There have been a lot of questions like, why do you do that – like that?  (Do you know how much mental effort and emotional restraint it takes to think back, answer that question thoughtfully and honestly, and not get defensive?)  There are many adjustments being made by both of us during this time.  Some of them are easier than others.

But there are moments of splendor too.  There are moments when I have seen God’s love for me displayed by this man.

How did he stay single so long?  How did so many other women miss the treasure that this hard-working, faithful, successful, witty, generous, trusting, handsome man is?  I don’t know for sure, but I know this much:  I begged God over and over again:  Lord, keep my husband for me.  Preserve him.  Help him not to get tired of waiting for me and settle for less.  Help him to be blessed, fulfilled, and full of Your Spirit.  Teach us what we need to know so we can be together and have a beautiful relationship.  But please God, keep him for me.

What an amazing thing to see those words, whispered into a fog I couldn’t see through, seemingly unanswered for so many years, living proof right in front of me.  As the fog clears, I see this man, full of the Spirit of God, kept for me, blessed, and fulfilled.  I have to believe that he was missed by others because he was being preserved for me.

This is love:  God’s gracious hand, granting me the desire of my heart, in His time. 

How can I ask for more?  I am beyond thankful.  I am a woman who is greatly loved.


  1. Wow! Your prayer gave me chills. How sweet the answer! Thank you for sharing this warm story.

  2. Beautiful!!! Thx for sharing Kim!!!

  3. I love your prayer. Waiting can be heart-rending–I’m in that spot right now. But if waiting means ending up with a love like this, I’ll wait. 🙂 Not patiently, of course, but I will wait. So glad to see you so happy!

    • Thanks, Amanda. I love your comments. I pray that God will give you comfort while you wait and bring your prince charming into your life as soon as possible! You deserve someone wonderful.

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