Bitter’s Edge
Yesterday, I found within me a sharp so bitter it could twain my marriage and dismember a family.
In one gestalt twist of grievance, I realized I had the capacity to cut relationship with the detached precision of a pathologist.
My scalpel tongue gleaned against my clenched jaw in clinical consideration of the Y Cut as The Husband and I hit the first immutable impasse of our marriage like a hearse.
It was entirely mutual.
The smell of potential decay cleaved in my nostrils like carrion.
I stood in the rigor mortis of that moment and knew I had to yield or the damage I would do to my marriage would be irreparable.
My pulse races now even to reconsider how concrete was that tomb.
An expansive, vile id lurked inside me like a dark mine ready to deploy.
The Prince of Peace lives there inside me too.
It was the moment just before the moment too late.
It was taught, tight tension as sharp as a guillotine.
It was entirely mutual.
I bit my tongue hard enough to taste salt.
I drew in Light.
I put down being right.
I put away I don’t want to.
I shelved blame.
Through Grace,
by His strength alone
I chose Love.
Mercy pardoned us as we forgave each other the trespasses against us.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
Is more important to me than this marriage, this family and a life together.
If this is giving up, well then I’m giving up.
I think, however, this is what it means to Trust and Obey.
We are both entirely humbled we got to that raw moment, however, we are saved because we had the Freedom to choose each other anew.
And finally, in a way I have been unable and unwilling to before yesterday, I am ready to walk that Call out in my marriage.
And if this is giving up, well then, I’m giving up, because I won’t give up on Love.
Love wins.
Well baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!
Wow. Your writing is INCREDIBLE.
This was oddly encouraging. I doubt you mean it as such, but it is. A real story, from a real marriage. One that isn’t so annoyingly cheerful as many display or disastrous. It is just encouraging and beautiful to see others fighting for love, fighting for joy, and fighting for another. Thank you for your vulnerability, in your marriage and with your readers.
It wasn’t pleasant, but was oddly encouraging. I am relieved to hear both conveyed. Your readership is one gift after another. Thank you.
Sarah. Wow. Thank you.