Finding Love in a Dishroom
I have a habit of waking up and starting my daily routine based on the day of the week. Nearly every day and night is planned out. Before long, weeks, months, and years begin to peel away and I’m left waking up next to a woman that it seems like I barely know. Most of our daily interaction is consumed by our two boys, our ministry, and our “to-do” list.
If you asked me over 20 years ago
if I thought it would be like this I would have looked at you as if you were nuts. That’s because over 20 years ago I was CRAZY in love with Karlene. And not to confuse you, but I love my wife more now than I did then. So what changed?! The routine. The responsibilities. The work. Me.
One way that I combat this is to
go back in time and remember what it was like when I first met Karlene. It sounds simple, but trust me it is very effective. When you reflect on the early stages of your infatuation with your wife, it stirs something deep inside of you that might be laying dormant. After all, this is the woman that you couldn’t get enough of, and so you spent all of your time and resources pursuing her.
I was in the dishroom on work study at Cincinnati Bible College
when I first met Karlene. I was a Sophomore and she was a Senior. I was a dork, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. So naturally I knew better than to ask her on a date. Men hate rejection (a topic we will discuss later) so there was no point asking her out. Instead, I would just enjoy that fact that she was stuck working with me when our schedules collided. The proximity of her made washing dishes at $4.25 an hour seem like I had just won the lottery.
Water fights and throwing hot dogs into the fan
became part of my strategy to show Karlene that I was interested in her. Oddly enough, she found the humor in my unique efforts of entertainment. I wasn’t about to ask her out until her friend encouraged me to take the risk. Working up the courage, I finally asked my dream girl on a date…and she said YES!
I was so excited that nothing else
mattered or compared. But here we are over 20 years later with the scenario that I laid out at the beginning. You see, when I reflect back it makes me want to pursue Karlene like I did when I was 19 years old. If there’s any fault in the attention that we currently show one another, I will own my part in that. Because if 19 year old Adam were here, he wouldn’t allow for the world to consume his relationship with Karlene. No, he would move mountains to make sure Karlene knew that she was being pursued, that she is loved.
I encourage you to think back
to the day you met your wife, and the feelings you had when you thought about her. Remember the first time you worked up the courage to ask her on a date. Remember how you did crazy things to show her that she was THE one. Now, wake that guy up and turn him loose! Your wife and your life will be better for it.