The big white church called my name. The red and black linens were pressed and draped nicely over the reception room tables. Cheesecake stacked three tiers high awaited the age old knife from marriages past to perform the first ever unified task of the newly married couple. The “I Do’s” were said. The champagne was toasted. The honeymoon was bliss.
photo by Erin Manfredi Photography
Then, it was a plunge into reality like an ice cold bath on a wintry evening – shocking. The reality of marriage hit Mark and I like a two by four.
Sure, we loved each other, and we were so excited that we were on the road to spending the rest of our lives together. In the first several weeks of marriage, we’d smile and say, “We’re married.” Then, grab each others butts because it was okay to do now.
Unfortunately, Mark’s job would have him traveling within weeks of our union. He would be home two maybe three days a week. Our honeymoon days ended quickly.
Then, there was the leering reality of the quickly approaching track season that runs January through June. I dreaded this time. I loathed the thought of Mark being gone so much. Not to mention, he was trying to finish his master’s degree. I knew I would never see my husband.
Then, it struck me that what we preached with our mouths about priorities wasn’t being lived with our lives. I talked to Mark about how I didn’t think the Lord desired this line of work for him, but Mark wasn’t so sure he agreed. I begged him to consider my thoughts, but he was certain the Lord had brought him to this school for this purpose, and though the coming season would be hard, he was sure this was the Lord’s will.
There were many days I would cry at the thought of what the future held, and there even came a day that I tried to walk out the door never to come back. In the end, I obviously stayed, but the job had to go.
So I resolved to pray.
I pleaded with the Lord to take this job from Mark. I prayed that he would open the eyes of my beloved’s heart. I prayed that we would not be separated for the six months that was promised to us if Mark did not leave his job.
I prayed that God would in turn provide Mark with a job to supplement my income and give him time to focus on finishing his degree. I prayed that God would provide the finances to pay for tuition since leaving Mark’s job would also mean the scholarship would be gone as well. I prayed for God to open doors.
I prayed that he would grant me the desires of my heart, and through it all that Mark and I would see God’s power and perfect plan and enormous love in a deeper more meaningful way.
I never told Mark that I was praying this prayer. Not once did I mention it. I just prayed for my husband daily, hourly, by the second that the Lord would hear me and have mercy on us.
Our marriage depended on it.
I knew God’s promises. I knew that he esteemed marriage, and even granted marriage the honor of representing two things he found most precious – Christ and His Church.
Then, an amazing thing happened. Mark’s heart was stirred.
God disquieted his spirit to the point that he could not in good faith continue with his job. Mark could not see how it would ever work out – to leave that is. He could not understand why God would give him such clarity, and then muddy the waters. He could not understand why he could not sleep.
He could not understand why everything seemed to be shoving him out of the training room doors and onto his knees, prostrate before his God.
He didn’t know.
But I knew.
And I continued to pray.
In the end, Mark walked away from everything he had been working toward the previous six years. He walked away from a job that paid, though not much, our bills. He walked away from this job without the prospect of another job in the pipeline. He walked away from a job at the downfall of the economy. He walked away.
And I told him why.
I prayed. My prayers have been answered.
I cannot tell you how important it is to pray for our husbands. I cannot tell you the magnitude of God’s power.
I can only tell you that you must pray for your husband with fervor and with great faithfulness.
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Every day, I pray for Mark. Every day. Most days, I include Samuel in praying with me. I hold Sammy’s hands and say:
Baby boy, let’s pray for Daddy. He needs us to. We pray for Daddy because we love him.
Mommy and Daddy’s Marriage depends on you, sweet reader. Will you take time to pray for your husband today?