“Did you lose the bet?”
It was a man’s voice. I was sifting through birthday cards at the drug store, and it took a moment for me to realize he was speaking to me.
“Excuse me?” I said politely.
“Did you lose the bet with your husband?” He nodded at me, looking at the words on my T-shirt.
Emblazoned in simple, black lettering on the front of the pink shirt: I love my husband.
“Nope,” I said, laughing a little. “I just really do love my husband.”
He shrugged and walked away.
Another time, I had a nurse who was taking my blood pressure say, “That’s an interesting shirt. What does it say on the back?” He was thinking maybe that there was a snarky retort on the reverse…a zinger.
“Nothing,” I replied. “I just love my husband.”
I’d bought the pink T-shirt at a Christian bookstore several years ago when My Beloved and I were newlyweds. I had never been in love in the all-encompassing way that I love him and had never really expected to be. That head-over-heels-ness was for other people, I’d thought.
But God had other better plans for My Beloved and me.
It was the second marriage for each of us – not quite a May-December union, but possibly a June-September one in that we were older and – if not wiser – more in tune with God.
We actually did meet in church, and there was chemistry right away. But there was sanity, too – and that was a new wrinkle in relationships on my part.
As we fell more deeply in love, it became apparent that we were meant to be married. But because we had both failed at marriage before, we decided to do something differently. We made a conscious and verbal decision not to make our marriage about ourselves – or even about each other. Making marriage about the other person is like making salvation about religion. It’s the relationship that matters.
From the very start, we agreed to consider our marriage as a triangle of sorts, with God sitting at the top and he and I on the bottom corners, looking up.
In the years since My Beloved married me, reality has moved into our marriage and made itself quite at home. With the blending of three teen daughters came epic drama in the household. With reality came the inevitable economic ups and downs, health issues and challenges of getting older. And sometimes we disagree, and have to check our positions in the triangle of relationship and remember who is in the Highest Place of honor. As humans, we want our own ways quite often.
So, maybe I do wear the T-shirt because I lost a bet. I happily and gratefully lost a bet with God. Before marrying my husband, I had staked my understanding of the future on my own past failure in marriage. I couldn’t make it work, so I was doomed to be alone (or worse, repeat the cycle).
But God had other, better plans that are not dependent on my failures or successes.
There – at the top of the Triangle – he gives our marriage chemistry, sanity and loads of grace when reality makes itself at home. In the all-encompassing way that only God can love us, he emblazoned it in simple, black lettering in the pages of his Word:
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” – John 3:16.
He is head-over-heels for us.