QUESTIONS TO PONDER
Questions get us thinking. They challenge us and convict us. And while I know you and your spouse won’t ask yourselves these questions every day, it might be good to print this out and put it on your refrigerator, bathroom mirror, or bedside table as a constant reminder that can inspire you in your marriage.
Did we say, “I love you” and hug each other today?
Did we compliment more than we criticized one another?
Did we listen to each other more or lecture more?
Did we go on a date and just have fun?
Did we talk well about one another to other people?
Did we focus more on understanding each other than trying to be understood?
Did we ask, “How can I serve you today?”?
Did we warmly greet one another when we walked in the door?
Did we model what a marriage should look like to our children?
HE’S NOT PERFECT
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you. Bob Marley
WE CHANGE
When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn't hold my tummy in
To wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhose?
They're sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on,
The crotch is at my knees?
I need to wear these glasses
As the prints were getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to silver
And my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
Just the outside's changed a bit.