Last month following my post about my wedding anniversary, I had a dream. In the dream, Jerome and I had
been married 25 years, and according to the law, our marriage had reached its expiration date. Yes, at 25 years of marriage, the contract was immediately dissolved, and it was up to the us to get married again or to part ways. I asked Jerome, "When are we going to get married?" and he said, "I was thinking in the fall." It was spring when our marriage vows dissolved, yet Jerome wanted to wait for fall to get married again! I was crushed and told him that I certainly wasn't going to live with him anymore if he wasn't married to me. Then I woke up and of course gave Jerome an earful. (Don't worry about Jerome. He just laughed.)
There is something beautiful about being chosen: chosen to be someone's wife, chosen for a job, chosen for an award. It speaks of our value to someone else, and it is a hallmark of being loved.
A week or so later, the kids got out of school for summer break. My orderly daily routine turned into chaos. My list of a few good habits (yes, I have one that I actually check off)—vitamins, exercise, Bible reading, and cleaning tasks—that I strove to accomplish consistently was abandoned. Instead over the past week, I slept in late, let my house become an embarrassment, and haven't picked up my Bible. Even once. What did I feel after all that relaxation? Just exhausted.
Today I resumed my Bible reading where I'd left off, in the Old Testament right after Solomon has finished building the Lord's temple. In my reading, God comes to Solomon and says (my paraphrase), Solomon, this temple is great. I will dwell there forever. But you need to know, just like I told your dad, I will stay with you and your family line as long as you seek me. As soon as you turn your hearts to other gods, though, I will remove myself from your people Israel until you repent.
Interesting.
God had been chosen by Solomon (as Solomon had been chosen by God), but God wasn't satisfied by being chosen once. Like me in my dream, he knows the depth of love and dedication of those around Him not by being chosen once at confirmation, affirmation of faith, baptism, or at the prayer tent at Lifelight. God wants me—and you—to choose Him daily.
I'm thankful that something as simple as a dream about marriage can remind me about God's truth and about where my heart needs to be. What are you doing today to choose your spouse, and even more importantly, what are you doing to be a dedicated follower of Christ?