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On Loving Your Husband {guest post by Jaimie Ramsey}

About 18 months ago a sweet newlywed started following my blog, and her comments and encouragement have been soul-lifters to me ever since.  Today, while I’m off trying to have quality alone time with my husband in celebration of our 11th anniversary, I’ve asked Jaimie to post here with what she’s learned about how we can love our husbands and build strong marriages.  You can check her out over at Living in the Light where you’ll get spiritual guidance, great recipes, and lots of advice on building a home that’s rooted in Christ.

The source of all love—whether love between friends, between children and parents, or between husbands and wives—is God.
“Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God, and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” 1 John 4:7-8
We know what love is because Jesus has modeled it for us. “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us.” 1 John 3:16 “God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”  John 3:16

God has described to us what real love looks like. 1 Corinthians 13 is a great starting point, although that kind of love is only shown perfectly by Jesus himself. Jesus said that the greatest commandments are these: to love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, and to love your neighbor as yourself (Matthew 22:36-40).
These Scripture passages all give us a great definition of what love is and where real love comes from. But what does love look like, practically speaking, in a marriage?
I haven’t been married for long—just over two years. But I have learned that love in a marriage does not necessarily look like I expect it to. Love does not equal romance. First of all, love is not a feeling: it is a choice. When we made our marriage vows, we promised to always choose to love the other person, no matter what the circumstances.
Loving our spouse means making the conscious decision to act in a loving manner toward them. I have found it very useful in the pursuit of this love to find out what my husband’s love language is. (If you haven’t read The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, I highly recommend that you do so!) Each person gives and receives love in a unique way, and just because my husband and I love each other doesn’t mean we give and receive love in the same way. For example, my primary love language is touch. I need to hold hands with my husband, be hugged by him, and touched in other not-necessarily-sexual ways to feel loved. I also generally express love and affection through touch.
My husband’s primary love language is quality time. That means he values spending time talking with people, or doing things with them, where he and they are focused on their relationship and spending time together. Sitting in front of a TV together generally does not equal quality time. Neither is time spent together quality if the other person is distracted.
In order for each of us to make the other feel loved, we have to “speak” each other’s love language. My husband has to be intentional about touching me throughout the day (not hard for him to do!), and I have to be intentional about spending real, quality together time with him (sometimes very hard for me to do).
Learn to love your husband the way he needs to be loved.
Keep in mind, however, that most people receive love in ways besides just their primary love language. I feel loved when people do things for me (acts of service), like when my husband does dishes or takes out the trash without being asked. Some people like receiving gifts, others need affirming, loving words spoken to them to feel loved. Try expressing love to your spouse in a variety of different ways. 
Some examples:
Spend time together doing one of his favorite things (even if it’s not your favorite).
Send him texts and/or emails throughout the day, leave a romantic message on his answering machine, or write a letter for him and leave it somewhere he’ll see it.
Speak well of him to others in his presence and when he’s not around.
Praise him to your children and to his family and friends.
When you’re planning meals for the week, ask him what his favorites are, and include them in your meal plan.
Buy his favorite food/drink/candy when you’re out shopping.
Find out something he’s been wanting for a long time and get it for him or do it with him (tickets to a big game of his favorite team? A new tool to work on the car or in the woodworking shop? A new fishing pole? A camping trip, just the two of you?).
Let him know you’re proud of him. No matter what your man does for a living, thank him for it, praise him for it, and affirm him in his work. Men really appreciate this, and most really need it, too.
This last thing is a big one. It’s probably the biggest. It’s one of the easiest things you can do. It’s also the easiest one to mess up. Ready?
Have sex with him. No, really. Did you know that when you’re willing to make love with your husband—and enjoy it—on a regular basis (at least two or three times a week), he’ll feel more connected to you, more energized, more sure of himself, and more confident in his work? This is the biggest thing you can do to boost your man’s self-esteem and confidence, to nurture your relationship, and to make him feel loved, wanted and respected. Please don’t neglect this. On the negative side, if you regularly turn your husband down for sex, or don’t make love with him often enough, your marriage will suffer drastically. 
Don’t do that to yourself. Check out this post from the 4 Little Fergusons for some fantastic information and encouragement on this topic.
If you’re having trouble with loving your husband, for whatever reason, remember the beginning of this post. Love comes from God. It is a gift from him. The ability to love your husband is not something you have to find within yourself. It comes from the love that God has for you. Ask God for help loving your husband if that’s something you’re struggling with. He will answer your prayer!

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Belong {five minute friday}

Oh.  my. heavens.  I stayed up late and joined the Five Minute Friday madness on twitter with #fmfparty. Can’t even keep up.  And today Lisa Jo became a dual citizen of our country and hers and to celebrate she gave us all a piece of 1000 Gifts and had Ann Voskamp guest post.  

Too much goodness in one day to not go to bed happy.

So grab five minutes of your day and join the fun.  Ann’s prompt was…

Belong

Today she made a choice.  She chose to belong to the land of the free and the home of the brave and she posted all these amazing photos on Instagram of waving stars and stripes and beaming folks and hugs all around.  She chose today to belong.

I was born belonging here.  No one ever made me take a test to prove my citizenship or swear an oath to believe in America.  My rights were stamped on a birth certificate in a hospital in Dawg country and my anthem has always been more chicken fried than star-spangled.

I take it for granted this beautiful land and amazing freedom.

My kids lit candles tonight to eat their brownies by and out of the blue I started talking about that choice she made today and how it all comes down to the choosing.  That we take for granted what we’ve been born with and had given us, but we take to heart that which we have chosen.  That for which we made a conscious decision.  That for which we found late nights and early mornings and perfect moments to understand.

That choice that Jesus puts back on us to give back to him.  That choice to belong to the King or to belong to the world.

I chose a dual citizenship for now, but someday I’m going to the home where my heart truly lies.

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Beautiful {five minute friday}

Beautiful

People stop me in the grocery store or on the sidewalk or at the mall and tell me my children are beautiful.  They marvel over long lashes and Amelia’s swirling hair and Gus’s grin and the olive skin of my big girls and aren’t afraid to tell me that I’ve been blessed with these gorgeous kids.

I wonder if they wonder how that happened?  If they look at me and think, how in the world did she get such pretty kids?  It’s been a trap all my life, this feeling of not quite being as pretty as the girl next to me in the desk or beside me on the homecoming float or in front of me in the class registration line.  I think as I’ve gotten older, I’ve settled into myself a bit.  Found some pieces of myself that I don’t mind, stopped worrying so much about those pieces I do.  That gap in my front teeth.  That ski jump nose that got me teased everyday in middle school.  These hips that have never been anything but round.

But my three girls and baby boy got pieces of me and pieces of their daddy and somehow the great God who has always known my heart struggles with beauty fitted those pieces together to give me children that show me just how beautiful I am.

Especially when I stop using the rearview mirror or someone else’s eyes to see.

Five Minute Friday
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Just an Ordinary Day {miscellany monday}

We’ve spent the past six weeks living in various states of mourning and fear and chaos and joy.  It’s been a roller coaster of emotions that have worn us all down and made me grateful for all these days that are just ordinary and normal.

Except I’ve also learned that by treasuring these moments of the mundane, I’m embracing a life that can be so much more.   So here’s to the ordinary, the normal, the basic routines that make life delightful.

One.

Joshua has finally been given the green light to return to work.  While it’s been great to just have him here and know he’s fine and should be for many years to come, I’ve been feeling like we’re in some holding pattern circling our regular routine.  Getting him back to his normal means that I feel free to go back to my normal routine as well, which in turn reassures me that he really is okay.

Two.

Hold on, my baby is walking.  I shouldn’t be so surprised.  He’s one and all his sisters walked earlier than that. But it happened so suddenly that I’m still startled when I see him toddling down the hall when I know I left him sitting on the living room floor.

Three.

We sent Madelynne off to camp for the first time this summer.  Always, because we’re Berry grads and worked Camp WinShape ourselves, we thought that would be her first experience, but instead we were given the opportunity to keep her a little more in our neck of the woods and send her to Strong Rock Camp.  It was a great experience.  The camp is a bit smaller and there were plenty of other girls there from her school, so she didn’t feel quite so alone.  Plus, Strong Rock is known for its horse barn and she was able to ride everyday which made her incredibly happy.  I’m sure someday we’ll send her over to the WinShape Nation, but for now we’re really happy with Strong Rock.

That’s her with another camper and the son of one of the camp directors.  They are friends of ours and she was happy to play some game involving Gobstoppers with Carver!

Four.

Last week while Madelynne was off at camp, Annabelle was off on the Appalachian Trail.  Ever since her retirement, my mom has been hiking the AT in as many increments as her bum foot and shoulder allow.  Last summer she did about 600 miles of the trail between Harper’s Ferry and Great Barrington, Massachusetts. But she’s had foot surgery since then, so she’s building her endurance back up.  She took Annabelle on the 15 mile stretch between Hogpen Gap and Unicoi Gap in Georgia.  They spent two nights on the trail, ate a lot of Pop-tarts and mashed potatoes, got a little wet, and Annabelle returned with twenty mosquito bites because she’s just that delicious.

Five.

I’m such a teacher nerd who must miss the classroom because yesterday I wrote us a lesson plan for the week.  I’ll probably post more about it later in the week.  It’s the first week that we haven’t had anyone gone, so we’re finally able to settle into a bit of summer simplicity and enjoy the library, the $1 movies at the local theater, and our own backyard.

Although since I wrote this earlier I’ve already had to remind myself to be thankful for the normal, even if it means I can’t get a post published before 10 p.m. and the sink remains full of dishes even after the dishwasher is loaded.

Linking up with Miscellany Monday over at lowercase letters.   Check it out, there’s a giveaway!

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The Super Sweet Blogging Award

Recently, I’ve been posting the blog in some new places (for me) like twitter and that’s how I met Marcy, whose journey through infertility has blessed her family with adoption and given her the opportunity to minister to other women who may be facing the same struggle.  She found me on Five Minute Friday and nominated me last week for this Super Sweet Blogger award.  Unfortunately, I’ve been away from the computer more than usual lately and am just now getting this up!  Blame my husband, whose recovery has forced him to stay home the past two weeks and require entertaining, so he doesn’t get bored and try to work on cash flow analysis (I have no idea what that even is by the way).


So here’she rules as I know them:

  • Thank the Super Sweet Blogger who nominated you
  • Answer 5 super sweet questions
  • Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post
  • Nominate 12 other bloggers
  • Thanks Marcy for nominating me and giving me some structure to this early morning writing session.

    Super Sweet Questions: 

    1. Cookies or cake: Cake, definitely.  I don’t care what kind as long as there are no nuts or coconut and it’s slathered good with cream cheese frosting.

    2. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate cake, but vanilla ice cream.

    3. Favorite sweet treat: Oreo Cheesequake Blizzard from the DQ.  Don’t try Sonic’s knock-off.  It is NOT the same.  

    4. When do you crave sweet things the most: When I’m stressed, or happy, or have just burned 600 calories and jazzercise and feel like I need to earn back about 400 of them.

    5. Sweet nickname:  I don’t really have a nickname, but my youngest daughter, who is now three, has been affectionately referred to as Millie Moo her whole life.  Now, sometimes, it’s even just “the Moo.”  Probably I should stop before she’s a teenager with a complex.

    Now for a blogcall of 12 Super Sweet Bloggers!   Since the sweetest people I know are real life friends, most of them are making an appearance here.  I’m so blessed by their lives; hope you are too.  Get some sweet sassy creamer in your coffee and happy reading!

    Salena at McKay Moments
    Laura at Garrett News 
    Julia at Black Tag Diaries {it’s Thankful Thursday over there!}
    Jamie at Living in the Light (she’s the sweetest girl I don’t know in real life)
    Debbie at The Stories of Three Boys (and a girl!)
    MaryLynn at Tinsley Times (trying to force her to update regularly!)
    Katie at Get Dolled Up Boutique
    April at Our Life in the Sham
    Amy at Hayes Habits (yes, red wine can be a sweet treat, Amy)
    Angie at Echoes of Laughter
    Natalie at Tears to Joy (read all about her book while you’re there!)

    That’s eleven and I’m stopping.  Guess what I learned from this?  I should really clean out my blogroll…and I don’t know why the font changed randomly.  Thanks, Blogger.