The Wrestling Match

On this date, 33 years ago, my husband and I met at a high school wrestling match.

I wonder if our meeting place could have been a warning sign of the type of marriage we would have. I must tell you that we have wrestled, as in “power struggle”, more than a couple of times throughout our thirty-plus years of marriage. I can relate to Steven Curtis Chapman calling marriage “holy headlock” instead of “holy wedlock”.

We are no different from other married couples, two very opposites who were attracted to each other. Isn’t it interesting how some of the specific things that attracted you to that person in dating are the same things that can ruin your day after marriage? How could that trait, once so appealing, have become so irritating?

On the other hand, if my husband was exactly like me, we would still have issues; double the trouble, in fact. We need to embrace our differences, learning to be thankful for the way our spouse completes us. I may need to be reminded of this the next time I simply cannot understand him.

God is wise, joining us with someone who has the strengths we need to balance out our weaknesses; and our strengths are exactly what our mate needs. Life is sweeter when we realize what a great plan it really is.