They say men plumpen up their first year of marriage. In fact, back in my newly wed days, I heard this was a sign of happiness. You probably know the cliché: "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
Well... uh... my man lost weight. Thirty pounds, to be exact.
In our first year. And no, he didn't go on a crash diet, suddenly become infatuated with health, or cut off a limb.
He learned, rather quickly, his bride was a terrible cook. Do you remember Shania Twain's "Any Man of Mine"? That became the theme song for our first year of marital bliss and heartburn!
You see, I had a diversion to recipes. To following them, anyway. And a rather odd obsession with dill, or at least, the dill that had taken over my tiny vegetable garden and therefore absolutely had to be used.
In everything, from spaghetti to bread. I'm pretty sure, had my mom not pulled me aside one visit, telling me to kill--annihilate, burn, destroy, never to be seen again--the dill, my husband would've starved.
So how did I, the woman who probably should've been banned from the kitchen, end up cooking for 70+ women at Forest Avenue Family Shelter? All by my lonesome, even???
That was the question I asked myself one afternoon as I stood over three massive hunks of pork, fretting over everything from whether I'd make enough to the very real possibility I could flub it.
Which wasn't an option! Because of all the meals I'd ever cooked (burned, destroyed, shoved down the garbage disposal), I wanted this one to be amazing. To somehow speak love and hope and dignity into the women and children I'd be serving.
Women who, with their frightened children in tow, had fled horrific abuse. Others who'd been tossed out onto the streets by a cruel landlord. Still others, who, after a lifetime of pain unspeakable, had turned to liquor or drugs or anything else that could numb their wounds.
Women who needed to be shown, in a tangible way, how deeply loved they were.
So I did the best I could, praying, angsting, and splattering my small kitchen with pork grease.
A few hours later, as I stood among those hungry, broken women and children, a hunger grew inside me as well. A hunger to be an instrument of God's healing, transforming, life-giving grace!
As God's love poured through me, everything else became inconsequential. That moment felt so incredibly real, and I felt so alive. My mind was flooded with memories--of God's grace and love for me, of all the ways He'd reached out to me, in my period of brokenness.
My heart was flooded with His love to the point it felt it'd explode! His love for me and for them; His love for me revealed through His love for them.
That night, I experienced a taste of the life abundant Jesus promised, and it was empowering, inspiring. Addicting. So addicting, I wanted to share it with others. I wanted to help them experience the heart-exploding emotions that come from serving.
And thus, Beyond I Do, my debut novel, was born, a missional romance about a woman who was thrust into a situation hilariously similar to mine. (You can preorder it, at a discounted price, here.) And that situation, and others like it, changed her. Made her see everything differently. Because you can't spend time among the broken without being changed.
I'll be speaking more about this, my story, and the God who's still writing it at a Forest Avenue book-signing event on September 6th. Stay tuned for more information!
What about you? When has a difficult, uncomfortable, or perhaps even painful event turned into something glorious? When have you felt most spiritually alive? In what ways do you show this abundant life to others?
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Delivery by Diana Prusik, Jasmine by April McGowan, Hear No Evil by Mary Hamilton,Rodeo Hero and Rodeo Song by Shannan Taylor Vannatter, Angel Falls by Connie Mann, The Shepherd’s Song by Betsy Duffey and Laurie Myers, Marriage Takes Three by G. E. Hamlin, and Worth the Wait by Laura Jackson.