It is a quiet morning, a morning of blue skies, soft breezes, and pleasant birdsong. The buttercups are in full bloom out in the pasture, and the birds are caroling back and forth amongst themselves. Our neighbor is mowing in her back yard while the alpacas laze about in the sunshine. Life is still, slow, peaceful … the Lord is good.
Just now, I was continuing my study of the gospel of John, reading the first part of chapter fifteen. These things I have spoken to you, Christ says, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full (v.11). What a beautiful thing to have the joy of Christ in us! I was reminded of the previous chapter, in which He declares, Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you (v.27). The joy and peace of Christ together are a treasure for us to claim! It is a sweet promise to have our delight and our contentment rooted in our dear Savior.
Earlier this morning, after bringing the trashcan up to the driveway for pickup, I walked back to our apartment, thinking, Is this really me? I’m a married woman?! To be sure, it is. All the longings and hopes and dreams of years past have been fulfilled in the Lord’s gracious promise. Now, after four-and-a-half months in our happy home, life is finally settling into a routine. The homemaking is steady (meals made, laundry done, dust mostly eradictated), yet amidst it all, I see the beauty of our marriage growing and deepening. Step by step, we are learning to love one another as Christ loved us (and as the Father loved Him! (John 15:9)), and so to make our home to God’s glory.
Z is so dear to me. I marvel at the ways in which he pictures Christ to me—sacrificing his own time and desires to meet my needs, loving me even when I am most sinful and unlovable. And the joy we share! I knew before we got married that I loved him—the way he saw and experienced life—and yet now, in the daily details, I am overjoyed by how much we share in laughter, deep thoughts, and desires. He truly is my dearest companion and friend.
And as for me … well, I am as much a sinner as ever—if anything, I just know that fact so much more clearly! The mercy and grace of my Savior has such vast proportions: that He should deign to call me His servant is a mystery! I am overwhelmed with joy, though, at the beautiful calling God has given: to make a home for my husband, to serve Christ’s cause, and to grow in faith. Truly, my boundary lines are laid in pleasant places (Psalm 16).
As I finish my tea and look toward the rest of this quiet morning and day, the path is clear: to continue in this calling in the small yet important tasks ahead. Folding towels and cooking dinner are a delight in the kingdom of God. My prayer is that in these things, I may see and savor Christ. With that, may MY life be a savor of His goodness.
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace…
— John Greenleaf Whittier