See this rug? Isn't it pretty? I have a story about it, but first a little side step.
I've recently stumbled upon 1 Peter 3:7 which refers to marriage as 'the grace of life'. Beautiful, right? My romantic side took over as I thought of the beautiful illustration of God's love and grace for us. Like a teenage girl, or a new bride, I reveled in that imagery a moment for awhile, then proceeded to remember how quickly the message truly takes root in our lives.
Now back to the rug, as we were setting up our first home, I decided I would allow myself one total splurge purchase. Something for our new home that I would typically love while in the store, but never allow myself to bring home. I had been drooling over Moroccan prints for months and Pier 1 had a delightful mix of indoor and outdoor rugs that made my little newlywedded heart jump for joy. So I chose the most not-girly one I could find, tucked it under my arm and headed to the register. Got it home, and it looked great! Cody loved it, I loved it, Cody loved that I loved it, all was well.
Being the ever helpful husband awhile later Cody was doing some laundry, and by some laundry I mean 6 loads including a load of bleached whites, talk about a super husband! When I got home that night I noticed all the clean clothes and a small white spot on
my our new splurge rug. My best guess is that in all of the laundry hustle a small amount of bleach dripped out of the bottle and on to our rug. It took some sheer will, but in that moment I decided that I would choose to love my husband more than that silly rug.
Marriage is the grace of life. More than goofy grins and twittering hearts, it's the true extension of grace to one another, even when it's your pretty new rug.