When the children all leave, where are you left, as a parent? There is only one thing to do: you must re-discover the spouse you married before the advent of all the children. Sure you have changed. You are older. More set in your ways and habits and wishes. But the one beside you is still the one you fell for long ago. Re-discover her.
Long before the Beatles, the New Testament letter writer reminded us that love is the basis upon which the world is built. And redeemed. And overcome.
We are so different. It is a wonder that we can enter into marriage, much less make it work for the long haul. People are different. Their differences are like walking through the butterfly center at Callaway Gardens. Just a cornucopia of colors and shapes and sizes.
But what makes marriage work and what binds us together is that simple gift of love. A gift of God, no doubt.
When I was in college, I had an English professor who defined a miracle as "the imposition of God's hand on the natural world." There are many ways to rephrase that sentence. The presence of the infinite in the finite. The touch of God on the mortal world. The ghost in the machinery.
As a Presbyterian, I see God's sovereign hand in everything. Nothing in the universe lies outside God's control. So to say something is a miracle, is really nothing unusual. Everything is God's creation. Everything is God's gift. The love we have for our spouses and our children and for our fellow man is nothing more or less than the presence of the Creator in our lives.
At our core, God is.
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