Don’t let others Negotiate your Marriage

My husband and I have been married for two blissful years.

Within our years of matrimony, we are learning that outside sources can belittle your bliss. Those sources can also tense your bond, and cause your marriage braid to fray.

Do NOT let that happen! Put up blockades and set boundaries to stop traffic of tension within your romantic realm.

Outside sources that negotiate your marriage:

Immediate family that negotiates the peace treaty within your marriage and causes chaos.
Friends that cling to you or your spouse, negotiating unwanted attention.
Activities or groups that negotiate the quality time spent with your spouse.
Sinful acts that splutter red ink upon the sanctity of the marriage contract.

Foreign frivolities can dampen the treaty of your marriage that you have negotiated with your husband or wife. Outside sources can wet the paper and tear at your hearts causing arguments.

Do NOT let that happen!

Distance yourself from family (but pray for them) that slyly signs your marriage treaty with stress.
Set up orange cones, setting barriers against bludgeoning outsiders of discord.
Always make your husband or wife a priority over negotiations of busyness.
Flee temptation and do not sign the “sin treaty”.

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate." Mark 10:9

As a married couple you have negotiated a peaceful treaty of marriage, do not let others or things, coarse that constitution.

Comments

Pine Heart Roots

On a Friday afternoon, I packed the car and my mom and I drove down Sea Blue Lane. Our destination was Pine Prairie, Louisiana. Wheels rolled down blacktop while music notes rocked and rolled through the Malibu. We sped through Lafayette and entered “Country Land”. As I passed by horses, my eyes lit up with little girl joy, as usual. Cows grazed as clouds speckled their backs. The bayous were fading behind us as pine trees started to grow in their place. The scenery was refreshing, renewing our minds with fresh crawfish waters. We finally arrived at my cousin, Dana’s house and parked upon O’Banion territory. I needed to strip my bark of “stress needles” and regrow peace around my “pine heart”. I was feeling distant from my dad. Year after year, the roughness I once felt on his hand was smoothing. He is branded in my heart, but I needed that brand to be lit under fire ...

Country Bound

Country Bound I travel down a mellow, yellow sunflower road upon miniscule “wishing” pebbles. A monument stands tall amiss sprightly wildflowers. Rustic, red barn, tell me your wisdom, tell me your stories. A split rail fence is my guide, built by thick, rough hands. It dances to a patterned rhythm around a charming, pastel blue farmhouse. I am country bound, my soul to be found. I pass by a field flowing with radiant corn. Stalks stand tall, presiding over misty pastures. Golden wheat is nuzzled with sunny rays. It waltzes with the wind and tangos with blades of grass. Hearts of farmers beat in rolling hills, growing “love soy seeds”. An apple pie sits on a crackled window sill cooling for attention. Cinnamon swirls through a two-story house. Maple beans, sweet greens, and cornbread overflow the Amish-built table. Greens pop into savoring mouths. Sugary beans candy-coat t...

Ice Skating Beyond the Wood

I once lived out in the country, beyond the babbling noise of car horns, banshee sirens, and life's marathons. Those years were spent amongst the forest and foxes unseen. Turkeys and bubbly bunnies were our woodland neighbors. Milk cows jingled, jangled across the distant pasture. Tawny deer sidled near the glistening pond, making neighbors with their shadows upon the ice. God's peace nestled on the porch of our quaint "Ponderosa". My brother and I decided to go ice skating one December eve. My dad, a bristly fellow, took up shovel and headed to our pond "beyond the wood". He heaved and hoed, shoveling snow off the "present wrapped" ice. Snow tipped oak branches where robins once perched. Flurries floated, settling upon my hard-working dad. My brother and I dressed as warm as puffy Eskimos. We trudged and nudged through the white, pure land. Hopping Jacque Cousteau (my dog), followed our ...

Search This Blog