You know what I like? Campfires. Or backyard fires as the case could be. I could stare at a camp fire forever. So beautiful. So changing. I always comment that I am a professional fire starter. The way I figure it, if you were paid to do something, you are a professional. When I was a summer camp counselor with Jumonville, I was trained and paid. So I am a professional.
However, my husband thinks that making fires is mans work. *insert gruff Tim Allen Tooltime laugh* But it drives me crazy to just sit there. I am always so nervous that it is going to go out...and then you have to start all over it. My husband often likes the burning coals. He takes his time about adding wood. Not me..shovel that stuff on.
Yesterday, I went to my bible study and we were talking about Samson and Delilah. Then the conversation turned to marriages. Then short road to that idea was that the bible says Samson loved Delilah. But it never says that she loves HIM. We talked about relationships. Which led us to marriage.
Samson and Delilah were a lot like fireworks I am guessing. Bright and exciting. Drawing you in. What some see as the best part of a relationship. But when the grand finally is over, what is left? You see fireworks are not self sustaining. After the match is lit and the rocket bursts in the sky, we all oo and awe...but it is over. The thrill and excitement is gone. We pack up our blanket and head home.
But a real relationship...sure the fireworks in the beginning are amazing. Breathtaking really. But you can't live your whole life on fireworks. Sure it is a nice show that circles around every now again, but most of us have jobs, kids, laundry, bills, bathrooms to clean, and dinners to cook. When that new relationship feeling fades, some of us feel cheated. Worst case scenario, some of us think it is time to abandon the relationship for our next techno tonic display.
This is where I came back to the campfire. Sure it is not flashy, but it sure keeps ya warm. It may not bring pinks, greens, and blues, but it gives us light to find our way. This is by no means self sustaining either. Without care and attention, it will eventually fade too. But as we are shoveling more wood in, it grows. Grows into something beautiful. Something that can and will make it. I am not saying that good marriages don't ever have fireworks. Quite the opposite. I would say I love my husband more today than I ever have. But I have learned a few things along the way. Love takes work, time, and certainly the occasional firework display.