A friend posted this on Facebook this morning and it blew me away. If you don't feel like watching it (although you should-- it's powerful), the gist is that Ian and Larissa met in college, fell in love, and then he was in a car crash that devastated his brain and left him disabled. Larissa chose to marry him anyway, and the love she shows for him, and for Jesus is haunting.
For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer.
One of the desires of my heart is to be married. And yet. As a Christian, marriage must mean something more than finding a companion to pass your days with. It paints a picture of Christ's (sacrificial) love for his church. It's a way that God uses to sanctify his people, to conform us more to Christ, to make us holier.
I recently listened to a speaker talk about singleness. In it she said something that shocked me. She said she'd prayed that if it would glorify God the most to remain single then so be it. She was giving him her singleness. I've prayed to God that if it glorifies him the most for me to die tomorrow then, well, take my life, and I've prayed that if it brings Him glory to give me cancer or some debilitating disease then he should do as he will. But this-- this giving up my hopes of being married and being a mother is totally radical to me.
I'm encouraged by Ian and Larissa's story. This isn't the marriage that either of them pictured, and yet they're faithful because of their dependence on Christ and what he has done for them. I pray that God will continue to strengthen and bless their marriage and that the light of Christ will shine through their marriage so that all may see that he is Lord.
And I pray that God uses my life to bring Him glory as well-- in singleness, in marriage, in my relationships, and in my lifelong walk towards that celestial city.