I was all set to write a cheery post this past weekend. The Most Adorable Granddaughters came to stay and I took photos to share and kept a note of all their cute sayings. And then ... on Sunday we heard of yet another marriage breakdown and I wanted to weep.
I've gone on and on about this before and so I don't want to labour the point again. But if some of the most precious and living treasures on earth were being destroyed at an every increasing and alarming rate before your very eyes and you felt helpless to stop it, how would you feel?
That's how I feel every time I hear of yet another marriage breaking down. It hurts me on a deep level and I know it must hurt God even more. This isn't His plan and He certainly doesn't want to see us go through the heartbreak that ensues when a marriage ends.
I can't explain why it hurts me so deeply - especially those times when I wasn't particularly close to the couple - but it does. Perhaps it's because having come this far in my own marriage I can appreciate the time and the effort and the memories and the loving and the frustration and the tenacity and the stubborn determination that goes into making a marriage last, and I weep for how that can all be destroyed in one fell swoop.
But I said I wouldn't labour the point, and I won't.
Instead, I'll leave you with some photos from the weekend, and a conversation I had with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: Grandpa's in your bedroom.
Me: That's okay.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: That's okay because he's your wife.
Me: He's not my wife.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: No, he's your honey.
Out of the mouth of babes.
I've gone on and on about this before and so I don't want to labour the point again. But if some of the most precious and living treasures on earth were being destroyed at an every increasing and alarming rate before your very eyes and you felt helpless to stop it, how would you feel?
That's how I feel every time I hear of yet another marriage breaking down. It hurts me on a deep level and I know it must hurt God even more. This isn't His plan and He certainly doesn't want to see us go through the heartbreak that ensues when a marriage ends.
I can't explain why it hurts me so deeply - especially those times when I wasn't particularly close to the couple - but it does. Perhaps it's because having come this far in my own marriage I can appreciate the time and the effort and the memories and the loving and the frustration and the tenacity and the stubborn determination that goes into making a marriage last, and I weep for how that can all be destroyed in one fell swoop.
But I said I wouldn't labour the point, and I won't.
Instead, I'll leave you with some photos from the weekend, and a conversation I had with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: Grandpa's in your bedroom.
Me: That's okay.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: That's okay because he's your wife.
Me: He's not my wife.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: No, he's your honey.
Out of the mouth of babes.
You can see why I call them 'adorable'!
And ... the loose ends have finally been all tied up and it's ready to go to its new owner (Son#5 who, being a poor student living in a flat with other poor students, none of whom believe in paying heating costs, will appreciate its warmth):
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That honey remark is very, very cute and sweet. And your grandchildren photos are beautiful. I still think it is so funny that you had five boys and now five granddaughters.
Thank you so much for your prayers and response to my comment on your last marriage post. They meant a lot to me. I feel sad about divorce, too. As you probably figured out.
Take care,
winterwren
Your granddaughter's comment about honey is a sweet testimony of your marriage. :)