I thought I was well overdue for an update.
Jesse and I have been married for almost three weeks now, a fact I am hard pressed to believe sometimes. It’s such a radical change to be one person one day and to be a new one the next. A week after we got married I said nothing’s changed and yet everything has changed. Our relationship carries the same nuances, we have the same arguments (*gasp*), we laugh about the same things. I think in our hearts, we’ve been married a very long time. The change lay in the knowledge that we are united under God – a new family. I would akin it to the transformation we read of in 2 Corinthians 5:17: Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, new things have come! (ESV, emphasis added). We are a new creation under Jesus with new value.
During our wedding ceremony, my uncle read from Genesis 2 where God instructs husband and wife to cleave unto one another – to embrace the new family they have become. When you’ve identified with one family for your entire life, embracing a new family (even one made up of the two of us), is a lofty endeavour. A life-changing journey that requires one to recommit themselves to the task every.single.day. My favourite example thus far of the challenge happened yesterday. My car decided that mere days after returning from a tune up would be a perfect time to implode from the inside out. It was leaving a trail of green liquid in my wake, the likes of which eventually started sizzling away on my radiator, creating a blanket of smoke around me each time I came to a stop while driving. I called my husband, of course. He told me what to do and what was likely wrong. Do you know how hard it was not to call my dad after I hung up the phone? I told myself, no, there’s a new sheriff in town here. I can’t slap Jesse’s ego to the ground by calling my Dad who knows everything always. Old habits die very, very hard though. I didn’t call him, obviously. But I wanted to. Not because I don’t trust Jesse but because we’re talking about a lifelong default setting. Anyway, I conquered yesterday’s “new family” challenge; we’ll see how I do moving forward.
Now, the real reason I decided to write was to talk about the logistics. Home, job, etc. The wedding, our time in Cabo, and marriage itself still feels too new and special to splash all over my blog. Sacred, almost. Over time, I’m excited to write about new challenges and joys. Very soon, I would love to do a post that breaks down some of the wedding vendors we used and some of the projects we undertook by ourselves. You know, that “classic” wedding blog post. I have to do it. But that will be all for a while.
I will say, as it pertains to our living situation, we have been overwhelmed with the sheer volume of STUFF we were given (just for getting married!). Our friends and family absolutely spoiled us. I love looking at pieces in my kitchen and thinking of the person who gave that item to me. I love the thought of saying, years from now, that this cake stand, or this serving platter, or this pan, was given to me on my wedding day from a certain special person or family. It’s a kitchen bursting with love. We were able to move forward with buying a couch, bookshelves, kitchen chairs… all because we are surrounded by people who love us enough to help us create this basement oasis. We got a little giddy last night, thinking that our home isn’t going anywhere. We don’t have to ever stop playing house because we’re not even playing house! It’s real life and we are loving every moment. Combining our book collections was probably one of the single most enjoyable tasks in our lives. We have this massive bookshelf filled to the brim with Amish books, Christian western romances, weird books about weird people (Jesse’s, obviously), and gory Cormac McCarthy’s. I’ll admit, I was a little disgruntled when “The Solitary Envoy” and “The Little Princess” ended up sandwiching “A Clockwork Orange” in our alphabetical organization. It’s just so wrong. Nevertheless, that bookshelf is a beautiful sight, though it’s quite the hodge podge of genres. I guess that’s to be expected when you combine a pie-on-the-windowsill-girl with a modern designer.
As far as work goes, Jesse continues to work full time through the summer, in anticipation of the upcoming school year at Capilano. On the first day of our honeymoon, I was offered a position as a Public Health Nurse at my dream location! I start out working under the New Graduate program but will eventually transition into a casual position. From there, I’ll be applying for internal postings. For those of you who have been kept up to date on the job front, you’ll know what an answer to prayer this job was. I’ve been applying since graduation and for a while there, it seemed as though every door I came to was slammed shut in my face. It was very discouraging and disheartening and I was very near accepting a position in Medical just to have some income. It’s shocking, really, how often I wait impatiently for hope, something to stand on, grumbling and worrying all the while about the outcome. I create scenarios in my head of what would have been easiest and best for me. Each time that God the Father comes through, I am left in awe of the perfection of his timing. I’m a repeat offender, so much so that I don’t know why He continues to give these gifts. My engagement, the wedding, my job… I am forever trying to live the words of the author of Hebrews, “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” (Hebrews 10:23, NIV). He promises that His plans for me are only good and yet I question and stumble and worry. And He proves Himself faithful to me over and over again. Such grace for a woman of little faith.
Anyway, I start tomorrow – praise the Lord! I’m soaking up every last moment of my homemaking time in this suite (although the amount of homemaking going on at this very moment is quite abysmal). I know the next few months are going to be very different for us and I’m excited to get started. I’m finally a wife and a nurse and our life is full of one grace after another. Now all we need is a few kids, right, Jesse?