“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. . . I tell you the truth, whatsoever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:35, 36, 40 NIV
You envision a child huddled in the cold and you donate coats and mittens.
You see a man on the down side of down and out and you buy him a sandwich and a cup of coffee.
You watch a video of starving children and you donate with compassion.
A tornado rips through a neighboring town and you pull your work gloves on and go.
But how do you see the hurt of a woman whose ‘one flesh’ is severed and torn by a marriage which is not whole and healthy?
There is no physical evidence — no debris-strewn fields to reveal the devastation of the soul-tossed tempest she endures.
You can’t see her very soul starving for intimacy of shared morsels of spiritual solace.
She huddles alone in the middle of the night under the cover of darkness in the shame of alone. One is never so lonely as being alone in a crowd — or being alone in a marriage — a severed soul, a walking ‘one flesh‘ in two bodies worlds apart.
She is hungry for food that will satisfy a starving heart that is malnourished, denied the very sustenance her soul most craves.
She’s learned to live with the hunger, gnawing from within. She steels herself against the cold and pushes on. There is nothing anyone can do to warm a corpse, to return a wandering wisp of a waif to the walking dead. For that is what it’s like when ‘one flesh’ is severed spiritually.
A stranger cannot love it back together — these two hearts that have learned to beat apart.
Only God can reunite the pieces of a broken heart, a broken ‘one flesh’. It is a work that must be completed in the safety of His loving embrace.
The miracle is that He can use the wife to draw the husband. So simply. So awfully painfully simply.
Has He not promised? Is He not able? Are not all things possible with Him?
Yes. Oh, yes. It can be Won Without Words. I know.
But, there are many women who need the message — and you — you who are reading this blog must carry the message to her. She won’t find it alone. She’s too broken, too lonely, too cold. She needs you to bring her a cup of warmth, a security blanket, a life line. And don’t think that just because you can’t see the tears, and there aren’t any bruises, and she doesn’t look lonely or hurt — that she isn’t. She’s too ashamed and scared to admit the truth to you — that she doesn’t believe her husband loves her anymore. You must give her the dignity of believing with her — for her — that there is HOPE.
You’ll feed a starving child.
You’ll encourage a homeless man.
You’ll help the victims of a tornado.
Will you help heal a home?
It’s really very simple what I’m asking you to do right now: Pray. Ponder. Partner.
- Pray: Ask God to show you one or two ladies who need 100 Days of marriage triage.
- Ponder: Find the words to invite her along on your own 100 day journey to a greater marriage. (You might have to tell her that YOU need her help to make YOU accountable.)
- Partner with her to be accountable that no matter what — no matter how hard it gets, you’ll walk this journey TOGETHER for one hundred days.
It’s really as easy as agreeing to read the blog as part of your morning devotions — your morning warmth — and then call or email her to let her know you did it, and that you just prayed for her — just a simple word of encouragement — a friendly little metaphorical morning warmth.
Show her how to like the Facebook page so she can join us on our journey which begins in the next few days. I’d like to see our friends double today as evidence that we’re reaching out. Will you partner with us? Just a cup of refreshing water given to one who is thirsty — it really is that easy!
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