When a girl first marries the man she adores, she easily adapts to please. In my case, for example:
Him: Would you like to drive around for hours on end and look at deer with me?
Me: Yes! Of course! I love deer and their deer ways!
Him: Would you like to sit with me in the bitter cold while I sight in my rifle?
Me: Yes! I love rifles! Oh, they’re so loud! Oh well, the more deafening, the better, I say!
Him: Wanna ride in the one-seat tractor with me?
Me: Sure! A bucket seat will help with posture!
Ah, love is blind.
However, this girl has learned a few things after four years of heavenly matrimony, and that is while love is about sacrifice and dying to self, it is also about seeking balance.
I still ride with him often. But I don’t care to stare at every single deer, either… really, I don’t.
So I find balance.
He scouts, I knit.
He searches calm and determined; I quietly click my camera toward the beauty in front of us.
And while we express our affection for beauty, for nature, for God’s most extravagant displays of artistry and creativity in different forms, we both share in them the same, together as one.
And in the spirit of wondering, of sharing in what we love, be it ivory-colored horns on a mighty buck or the way the snow comes in to transform our little land in the country to a slice of heaven, our hearts are united in this.
It is in this process we find our balance, and in this balance, we share ourselves. Not in trying to please by conformity, but by authenticity. By welcoming the way our hearts are created.
You find what creates joy, and then intertwine and mold together until harmony surfaces.
Love, like nature, is a grand dance.