In the first five years of our marriage my husband and I were part of a group of three couples who met every Sunday night. We prayed, had communion together, ate, and spent time together. The other two couples had children. We did not. This did not matter to my husband and I. We always commented on how much closer we felt after those evenings. Although the purpose was to grow in our faith we ended up growing in our marriage. I look back on those nights and they still fill me with some encouragement for the future.
|The church we got married in was 100 years old. I was hoping that would inspire a long marriage.|
Those evenings are long gone and we are all spread apart. I can tell you that one of the couples are on the way to divorce and my husband and I have been struggling for the past three and a half years. I often wonder if things would have been different if we had stayed in this group?
|You can't see the depth of joy and determination I felt on that day.|
How does your church show marriage some love?