What a whirlwind of a year. Not too long ago, I had just taken my first steps into married life. It has simply been one of the best and most eventful years – building the house, struggling with the world, loving our visitors. My dearest wife is just the loveliest woman I know. She is slow to anger, kind and patient, and who loves Jesus deeply.
Though her physical constitution is far from strong, it has not held her back from loving and giving the best of her time and energies. The question of mortality is always before us, the subject of suffering and sacrifice is never too far away. Yet she lives so boldly, never pitying herself, and always unabashed about her weaknesses.
My wife has left such a huge impact on my life, a point I am not always conscious of. After we spend a weekend together as husbands and wives do, and when we go our separate paths for work, I sometimes feel a deep pang of longing for her. As if I lost the ability to question, to think, to ask, and to be curious about the world, because she is always doing these with me. Sometimes I weep uncontrollably because I wish I had given her more affection and attention when I could. Sometimes I fear she’d never make it home to me.
Some of our most intimate moments happen right before bedtime. Once I put my ear to her chest, and told her I heard her heart beat loudly. She looked at me, a small face wrapped up in the sheets, and said one day that heart would stop beating. That sentence struck me hard. I had never truly grasped that there would be a day when she would not be by my side anymore.
Every so often when we are cosy and wrapped up under the duvet, her hand searches around, looking for mine. Somehow, my wife delights being with me. She gives me her attention and time, and drops everything when I am in need. Even in anger, she does not treat me coldly, or freeze me out. Instead, she tells me what I did that saddened her. When I feel wronged, she asks for my forgiveness, teaching me that ‘sorry’ is not enough, and that we must put aside our pride and ask for grace.
My wife has never nagged at me, but she has never been afraid to confront me for wrong and sin. Somehow, some way, she trusts that God can work in me to be more Christ-like, even though this is far less certain than nagging. It could be a book that I happen to read and reflect on, it could be a talk I hear. It could be a couple of days away, or it could take months, perhaps years? She waits for me to grow, and celebrates when I have grown.
Hungry and seduced through my eyes, I am caught up in the world of appearances, and I see how that leads to idolatry and sadness for her. Yet it hits me especially hard when I see how others view her with the same lens. My mother complains to me that my wife dresses frumpily, which greatly agitates me. For my wife’s beauty and joy is far louder and pleasing than the clothes she wears. She’s an artist who used to care about her external beauty, but who has come to realise how much it harms her soul and the planet. Yes, my wife is an artist, one who refuses to live in the world of appearances.
I always tell my wife that she’s the brains in this relationship. Not only that, she has always been razor sharp in her understanding of the bible, though being only half a decade old as a Christian. I always had to share and preach to her to get feedback on pedagogy, delivery, and the sharpness of my own talks. Yet she had always encouraged me to lead the family spiritually.
I had never thought that one could be so changed by a person. I had thought that we are only changed by meditating upon the word of God. That is not wrong, but I had never considered how my wife’s life and behaviour embodies and exhibits the word of God. Not perfectly, but concretely, practically, and emotionally. In my wife I see a glimpse of Jesus, and I see how Jesus informs her behaviour, her emotional reactions and most of all, her worldview. Deliberate and considered, she can account for the biblically-rooted views she has, the positions she takes. She’s not simply a person who was born into a good family and has a sweet temper, for her past history and current life bears marks of God’s grace and intervention.
I was often told that the most important thing in our twenties was to marry well, and the person you marry can either double or halve your ministry. Through my marriage, though early, I have come to realise the importance of this. I imagine that even if I married someone just slightly different, my greed and love for the world would have led me on a pursuit that would have seen us grow independent and eventually, apart. By God’s incredible grace, I have married someone who has not only more than doubled my ministry, but who has made me think hard about what Christian life and ministry is.
She is a flower in this beautiful garden that God has likewise planted me in. I too shall grow and shade her, and tend to her. I pray that I can fully appreciate and watch her grow and blossom, before the Gardener plucks her away.
Signing off,
Fatpine.