I love cooking, but I hate picking out what I’m going to cook and planning ahead to have the ingredients on hand. A large part of stress around newlywed cooking involved simply not knowing what my mature-palleted (aka picky eater) husband wanted. I don’t have hours to prepare fancy meals like we enjoy creating together on the weekends, but as a wife, I want to serve my husband well with good food to eat. I had no idea where to start when it came to meal planning for two!
One won’t usually find the word “freedom” among the words most commonly associated with “budget”. But while one would think to set a restriction on the amount of money you spend monthly would leave you feeling closed off and limited, budgeting correctly actually does the opposite. Controlling what you do financially (instead of letting your finances control you) and knowing where your money is going each month gives you . . . peace. It sounds like an oxymoron, but this is why it works:
No one warned me that when you get married your laundry doesn’t double – it most definitely triples. Let’s face it – sometimes housework isn’t fun at all (I’ve never heard anyone say their favorite hobby is cleaning toilets). But how does someone keep going through all the mundane chores and take care of their home with a cheerful attitude? It turns out homemaking really isn’t about the organization of things, the money you plan to spend, or the food you’re preparing.
The truth is, being Silas’ wife was the no-deal-breaker promise I needed to force me to trust God – no matter what – in our relationship. I married Silas because I knew I would be able to follow God better, and even in our few months of marriage that has proven to be true.
However, a loving Pastor gave me one of the greatest gifts a Pastor could give to a bride-to-be. A few phone calls and texts later, and he arranged a coffee date for me and a former military/current police wife. I gleaned so much wisdom and encouragement from Bethany over that java in Kansas City.
To be honest, I struggled big-time with contentment in my singleness before my husband and I tied the knot earlier this year. I longed for the days I would be married already. I just wanted that covenantal, exclusive, never-ending love with Silas that marriage promised me. I wasn’t going to be happy until I had it for myself.
When it came to wedding traditions, my husband was much more adamant about keeping them than I was (up until I accepted help from my family and friends, I just wanted to forget all the wedding planning stress and just elope!). However, the more I learned the symbolism behind many traditions, I grew to appreciate them . . . Well, the ones that reflected the gospel, anyway.