When we moved into our house, the yard needed a lot of work. We went on a rigorous weed hunt and also pulled out a lot of plants that had overgrown or were dying. In the front yard was a rose limb. Not a bush, but just one long, half -dead stick. I ended up pulling out the limb with the idea of putting something else there later. Next spring I went back to fill that spot and I found a tiny, tiny rose limb no bigger than my pinky finger.
Obviously a rose wanted to be in that spot. (I felt like I had met the Sheldon Cooper of roses: “That’s my spot.”) So I left it to grow. Now that pinky sized limb is turning into a rose bush, complete with roses. I had given up on a rose surviving in that spot and did my best to prevent it, but it still grew.
In a lot of ways, my marriage is like that rose bush. We had a very rough patch in our marriage after having a roommate for five months. (Long story, but the short version is a friend was getting a divorce and was very bitter towards women during his divorce. Not the best time to let someone live with you.) My marriage was a long, half-dead stick. I thought it was over, but the roots of what had brought us together remained, buried, unable to be seen by us.
Romans 8:18 says, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.” Looking back, Trae and I struggled, but the strength of our marriage has been revealed to us, making us even stronger. We went to counseling and started to regrow our marriage. When we started to go to counseling, we weren’t sure if we could regrow. But we are now blossoming, just like that rose bush in our yard. We went from a very bad place to a place of regrowth. We are now blossoming and making our own roses in the form of laughter and happy moments. We will continue to grow and flourish, and when bad times hit, our roots are strong which means our marriage won’t be undone.