An Unfading Memory

And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the LORD God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man. And Adam said: “Thisis now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; She shall be called Woman because she was taken out of Man.” Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed. ~ Genesis 2:21-25 (nkjv)

This weekend I found God in my husband.

I was not exactly looking for God in this particular place, but here is how is came about.  After 18 years of employment with the same company, my husband took a new job.  Unfortunately, the former company held him to his thirty days notice and it was well past the date the new company wanted him to begin.  Translation: there was no time to take a week long vacation between jobs – which had been our plan. Randy was a little bummed out about this and in an attempt to be a good and perfect wife, I booked us a weekend get away in Charlottesville at the Boars Head Inn.  This was a mere two hour drive from Northern Virginia.  I picked a room with a porch and a lake view.  Randy managed to leave the office on his last day at 2:30 instead of 5pm. And wouldn’t you know it, God being the Good Guy He is, did the rest.
Elizabeth Marchman big dawg
Friday night after we arrived and settled in, we went downstairs to the Bistro on the deck – (unknown to us we needed fancier clothes for the dining room…oops!).  We sat and listened to the wedding reception guests on the terrace below and had a good laugh at our dinner.  I had ordered a starter in order to get a smaller portion and Randy ordered an entree because, well, he was hungry. When the food was served, I just started to laugh.  The “starter” was enough for 5 people and the “entree” was enough for 1/2 a person!  But this was the second joke, not the first.  When we opened the door to the deck, there was one other couple seated.  There were probably about eight or nine tables.  Now remember – and for those who don’t know – we were one mile from UVA so imagine our surprise when the girl looks over at us as we pass and says to Randy, “University of Georgia?” with her eyebrows raised and thin pursed lips.  I glanced back and smiled ready to show our Dawg pride.  Randy was wearing a UGA shirt, of course.  “yeah,” he replies nodding his head and with a ‘go dawgs’ ready on his lips, she interrupted saying as she pointed to her beau, “Georgia Tech.”  A stinging smile and then, “we claim this area,” drawing a box in the air with her finger for emphasis.  I quickly turned around and headed to the table we had already chosen.  I did this in defense, hers or mine I am still debating, because I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or bite her. Where is Uga when you need him? I thanked God for laughter and His sense of humor.   

Elizabeth Marchman Chairs

After escaping dinner with a lot of laughing and zero stinging, we retired to our covered porch.  God had so graciously secured us a room at the very end of our building which was ever so private.   I had packed a couple of bottles of wine for late night porch drinking and a small votive candle.  The tree branches swayed in the breeze. We sat talking in the candlelight, drinking our wine, and looking out upon the lake under a clear and bright moon.  I relished the quiet peace we found sitting on our dark rented porch.  The geese conversed as they floated in the lake, the frogs croaked and the cicadas sang a chorus as we watched twinkling stars appear.  I thanked God for a perfect porch and twinkling stars.

On Saturday, we were lazy.  We slept in, ate lunch, attended a wine tasting at Jefferson Vineyards.  We didn’t know what we were doing at the wine tasting,  but it was fun and there was not one wine snob to be found. Once we returned to the inn, things took a turn and I had a good pout about it.  Randy wanted to go swimming and I did not.  Well, that is not exactly true.  I did want to go swimming, I just did not want to have to wear a bathing suit in front of other people to do it.  Randy refused to go without me.  So I huffed a little about why did he feel the need to pressure me to do something I did not want to do and I pleaded that he didn’t understand what it was like to have people stare at a scar you couldn’t hide.  See, I was in a car accident a few years ago and it left me with some scars here and there, but the one on my right thigh bugs me when I wear a swimsuit.  I can not hide it.  It really doesn’t come from being vain because I do not believe that people are just waiting around for me to arrive so they can stare.  But the reality is, I can not avoid everyone’s line of sight or their curiosity.  It can make me feel very uncomfortable and embarrassed.  So with a  “fine then” I grabbed my suit and changed and followed him to the pool.  I positioned myself on a lounge chair and watched him swim for a few minutes.  I wanted to just relax and read the book I brought, but I longed to just dive into that pool with the bright summer sun shining down on me.  But I held my position as if I were Custer at his last stand.  Randy would get out and come over dripping wet asking me to join him, but I would refuse.  Finally, he got out and came over and sat down beside me.  ” You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.  I want you to come and get in the pool with me.”  Then the magic words, “I think you are beautiful.”  Well, that did.  What wife can refuse a husband’s request when he says she is beautiful?  I certainly wasn’t going to be the first.  And oh my goodness did that pool water feel good.  We swam for more than an hour and when the time came to go and get ready for dinner, I was like a little kid that really didn’t want to leave.  I thanked God for my husband’s persistence.  

Elizabeth Marchman yard

After dinner, we retired again to the porch with a bottle of wine and our little candle and listened to the brewing thunderstorm.  He burned a business card from the old company in a final goodbye and said hello to all things in his new adventure.  When the rain began to fall, I thanked God for it because He knows I love to hear a good thunderstorm and the falling rain splatting on the ground.  I thanked God for the rain and for new adventures.

Sunday morning brought us gifts of a massage and a wonderful brunch.  We took our time getting home stopping at road side stands for blackberries and blueberries and baby yellow crook neck squash.  I read Dear Abbey out loud in an animated voice while he drove home and we laughed and laughed and wished the weekend would never end.  I thanked God for a perfect Sunday afternoon drive with my husband.

Sunday night as we fell into bed, I reflected on the weekend and how many gifts God had chosen to give to us.  All the little things that I never thought to ask for, God provided to make our weekend perfect.  I would like to say that I will remember every moment, every detail and the reality is some will blend into the tapestry of collected memories, but He gave me one gift that will never fade.  I saw God reflected in my husband and his actions Saturday afternoon while we were at the pool.  My husband encouraged me to do something that I did not necessarily have the courage to do on my own.  Isn’t that what God does for us?  “Trust Me.  It’s all good.  The blessing is right here on the other side. Just follow me”  My husband’s love for me mimicked the unconditional love of Jesus and the perfect and perpetual love of God.  God has given me a perfect gift in my husband – a man who sees me and not a scar, who knows there is so much more to me than an imperfection.  That is a good gift.  A perfect gift.  A priceless gift. I thanked God for knowing my needs before I could speak them and for a husband who loves me just as I am – scars, pouts and all.
Elizabeth Marchman beach

I have told you these things, not because I believe you really give two hoots about my weekend getaway with my husband, but because it shows how easily God can make Himself visible to us.  He loves to give us gifts.  He loves to bless our marriages.  He loves to show us how us how much He really loves us.  It proves that if we will just open our eyes to look around, focus our minds on Him and soften our hearts to accept His good and gracious gifts, that we will see Him everywhere, everyday.  May you see Him today in all His glory.
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One Response to “An Unfading Memory”

  1. Emie says:

    Sometimes it is in the little things (which turn out to be not so little sometimes!) that God reveals Himself the most; great example of the simple gifts that He loves to share with us. Thank you. P.S. Go Dawgs!

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