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Holy Vow!


My fiancé and I are eloping in a few months.

When people ask why we are eloping and not having a ‘real’ wedding, we remind them that an elopement IS a real wedding. Then we explain that we are simply both introverts and don’t like a lot of attention.

But the truth is a bit more complicated.

The truth is… we ARE both introverts and neither of us like attention.

The truth is… we are also not 23 anymore and we don’t want to worry about who is bored. We don’t want to worry about what we look like from behind (mostly that is just me but he gets it.) We don’t want to worry about who is wandering off a cliff while their parents get in some needed adult conversation.

The truth is… we also both had horrific first marriages. We were both betrayed a million times over. We both take promises seriously and will not make one that we can’t keep. Getting married a second time requires an awful lot of vulnerability and neither of us wish to share those tender feelings with the entire world – just with each other.

The truth is… when we exchange our vows, we want to be able to concentrate on what we are saying, what we are hearing. The vows are about us, about our relationship, about the life, the future we want to have. We don’t want to worry about what other people think.

❤ ❤ ❤

My fiance grew up attending a Lutheran Church closer to my house than his own. But… atheist siblings and some really bad experiences had an influence on him and he self-identifies as an Agnostic. That being said, we have frequent religious conversations. He claims we cannot know whether God exists yet, it is pretty clear any beef he has is with those people who call themselves followers of Christ who don’t act very Christ-like. In fact, when you talk with him and really listen, he DOES acknowledge God, His power, authority, omnipotence and love. He actually believes a lot of the same things I do. We are not too far off the mark from each other. The reason he calls himself an Agnostic is because, other than me, his entire experience with Christianity is that of God as a judge. And that unloving, uncaring, judgmental God? He doesn’t believe that one-sided, Magic Eight-ball kind of God exists. And I completely understand that. So.. yes, we have differences but.. we actually have more similarities than differences. He sees this, too and has volunteered to actively participate in a church together when we find one.

As for me, I grew up Lutheran (Missouri Synod) but spent most of my adult years in the Evangelical Covenant Church. Unfortunately, church member responses to my daughter’s coming out and responses / reactions to political issues in a controversial election were not very loving or open for dialogue. It made me extremely uncomfortable sitting next to them and made it impossible to worship my Abba, Father-God.

So much so, I stopped attending services for a while.

Right before the election, a couple of women noticed and sent me emails and messages encouraging me. They thought I was doing the right thing by not attending church right now. After all, they had never been comfortable with the things my ex-husband had done. At the same time, the fact that I was divorced in a church made up of young married couples / families also made them uncomfortable. They told me they believed my son was a good guy even if he did have long hair and listen to heavy metal and… they thought I was awfully brave for still living with and loving my gay daughter. So yes! They were completely in support of me taking some time out of church to process.

Just when I had been thinking I would be able to suck it up and go back soon, I couldn’t even….

The pastor noticed  my absence and invited me out for coffee. Desperate to talk about the issues / feelings I was experiencing, I asked for a date / time / place but he did not respond. This was followed by three more invitations, by three “Please. I would very, very much like that. Let me know what day / time and I will do everything I can to be there” responses and by three more failed follow-ups. Unfortunately, the invitation was only a token and not a genuine offer. He just wanted to be able to say he had done everything he could.  I know because he claimed to have done everything he could in a letter I received the week after I became engaged. This letter informed me that due to my lack of participation in Sunday Services, they were revoking my church membership.

I was destroyed, utterly destroyed.

I couldn’t worship there anymore but… it had been my refuge in some of the most difficult times of my life. I had served here, spent more time here, donated more than what I could afford here because they were my people, my family.

I have not yet found another church.

To be honest, I have not done anything more than a cursory Google search. I visit various church websites and see pseudo-political posts, judgmental sermon topics, links to social media accounts where members gossip about others and … I just can’t.  I still have my Bible. I still have my prayer walks. I still worship my Abba, Father-God. I still have my faith. I have conversations with my fiancé – for whom this underscores his own beliefs. I have conversations with my kids – one of whom faithfully attends two different churches and plays in two different worship bands; one of whom no longer feels welcome or accepted or clean or loved.

I have faith in God right now but… I do not have faith in those who call themselves His people.

I know.

I know! 

No one is perfect. Certainly I am not!

We are all just human reflections yada yada. But….  I just can’t. People can make mistakes. I can deal with that. But.. when they stop listening to each other? When they stop listening to God? I just can’t.

Anyway… this aside was intended to provide the context for our vow search. Back to my originally intended post… ❤ ❤ ❤

We pretty quickly agreed that the content of our vows is pretty important to us. So, we talked about them and looked at samples provided by our officiant.

Given our respective religious backgrounds, she provided us with traditional vows of various faiths: Protestant, Catholic, Methodist, Non-denominational, Baptist etc. Unfortunately, we found them to all be duty-heavy and absolutely joyless, making marriage seem entirely transactional.

We want God to be part of our wedding and part of our marriage but… the true God. Not the judgmental dictator waiting to strike us down at the first misstep. We want Abba, Father-God (Yes, allows consequences to happen and administers punishment when necessary) as personified through His Son Jesus Christ. We want Him to tell us stories to help us see a better way and to offer forgiveness and restoration as we learn how to do this thing called married life all over again. In our opinion, God is a dynamic being and does not fit in the little box we keep trying put Him in and it is THAT God, the TRUE God, we want in attendance.

And our marriage vows?

Well, in our opinion, they are our beginning, the creation of our world together.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” – John 1: 1 – 5

That right there, outlined in the very first verses of the book of John. That is what we want for our marriage. We want our marriage to be alive and able to withstand the darkness. That happens through Him and through the Word.

Yes, The Word.

But also, through our words to and our covenant with each other.

We want to promise to do the stuff that makes a marriage healthy. We want to promise to do the stuff that makes a marriage strong. We want to promise to do the stuff that will make us better as individuals and as a couple.

So… we did a Google search.

And much of what we found seemed to be, for lack of a better description, promises of a co-dependent and dysfunctional future, promises that are wishy-washy and not really promises at all or promises to turn each other into gods.

“I promise to be your constant love and support… that I will do anything and everything to be your place of comfort and calm… that I will never give up no matter what because I believe in us.”

“In the past I have taken you for granted. I have put others before you. I have done things I am not proud of and I have often been wrong. But, I have always loved you and stood beside you. I am here today to move forward with a renewed commitment to you, our love and lives together. I pledge that from this day forward you will be my number one priority.”

“I stand in the elegance of your beauty and the love for you that comes through God. Now here in front of witnesses I pledge that love ‘this I promise you.’ … Today, I see before me a young woman who still sparkles with laughter, who still has that magical zest for life and whose beauty captured my heart and soul. … Every time I look at you I surrender to you. I only want to be the man to give you everything that I can. Every day and every night.”

“In the presence of our family and friends, I claim you as my lifemate. I offer  you my life, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, my body. Your life, happiness and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time.”

“When you found me: I was dying, you gave me life. I was aimless, you gave me purpose. I was nobody, you made me somebody. … I am me because of you and I know I can only be whole when you’re with me…. I thank you for all you have given me and for who you have made me.”


Just… Ick.

These happened to all come from MyWeddingVows.Com but this type of vow is everywhere on-line. (No offense is intended if you used something similar in your wedding. They probably meant something different to you than how we are seeing them.)

Is it just us or do you see the trouble with these promises, too?

But… we are still without vows or ideas for vows.

I’m sure we will be doing another Google search but I want to hear what is tried and true.

What do you think makes for a healthy, strong relationship?

What has been the key to your relationship successes?





Mind Over Matter? Naaaaah…

“If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

On the surface, it sounds shallow to say that I would rather live to the age of 90 and retain the body of a 30 year but it is the truth.

When I was 30, I had a 4-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter. My marriage had been tanking for years and my spouse was extremely distant. I was working two 30-hour a week jobs, going to school full-time and taking on all primary parent and housekeeping tasks. My spouse watched the kids one night a week for me to go to class but I had to hire a babysitter the other night. And it had to come out of my earnings. He was resentful of the kids. He kept a tally of the amount of time I spent with them and, instead of joining in parenting duties, he demanded an equal or greater amount of my time. Even if that meant I did not sleep or get my homework done. Not only did I survive, I maintained a 4.0 GPA.

I had a LOT of stamina in that 30-year-old body.

But… when I was 30, I got into two car accidents within six months of each other. Despite the lack of sleep, neither was my fault. I was hit head on when someone ran a stop sign while I was turning. I also got rear ended by someone who was talking on a cell phone while entering the freeway at 50 mph when traffic was at a dead standstill.  I really wrecked my back between the two of these events – ending up with herniated and bulging disks in my neck.

When I was recovering from these car accidents, my mom was diagnosed with stomach cancer and passed away within five weeks.

During physical therapy for the car accidents, they began realigning things and I began getting really sick. I struggled to keep food down and ended up getting diagnosed with malrotated bowel syndrome. Apparently, my entire digestive system was upside down and backwards.

They ended up doing two back-to-back surgeries to correct it. I was in the hospital for 21 days straight. Surgically, they rigged something together so I can eat but… they couldn’t fix what was causing me to be so ill. It turns out, I have an artery wrapped around my small intestine close to the stomach. As it is not operable, it is something I still live with.

During my recovery from the surgeries and other major life events that took place within an 18 month period, I found out my spouse had racked up extremely high phone bills using 900 lines. He also had joined a dating service.

When confronted, he told me that it was my fault.

Had I been more available to him and paid attention to his needs while I was recovering from car accidents and dealing with my mother’s illness and death, he would not have used the 900 lines. If I had thought to service him while I was in the hospital, he would not have needed to join a dating service.

I was devastated.

And weak.

And vulnerable.

And I believed him.

I believed it was my fault.

And, when he was caught window peeping a year later, I blamed myself.

I did not keep my husband interested in me.

I did not keep my husband home where he belonged.

I had failed him.

I failed my kids.

I failed all the neighbor women he violated.

I failed my family who made it plain they loved him more than me.

(“He is the first decent guy you’ve ever brought home. You are an idiot if you do not marry him and,  if you screw up and he leaves you, we’re keeping him.”

I couldn’t live with what my marriage (what he, what I) had become.

But… I had nowhere to live, no money and no way to take care of myself or my kids. I couldn’t leave him.

I became flat-on-my-back-can’t-get-out-of-bed-depressed. So depressed, that I am actually missing days, weeks of memories during that time.

Friends took me to a conference in Oregon to get me away from the situation. And, when we got home, they hauled me to a doctor who prescribed antidepressants. The meds worked and life went on.


As a 45-year-old woman who now recognizes that her spouse had a sexual addiction, I no longer blame myself for the failure of my marriage.

But…. that damage is still there.

I feel responsible for everything – whether or not I actually am.

I constantly analyze everything, trying to guess what might go wrong and determine how I can prevent it.

I blame myself for everything that happens – regardless of whether or not it is my fault.

I often feel inadequate and unlovable.



But, I am working hard to fix that.

(This 36-questions series is part of that.)

Luckily, my new/old friend understands this.

He is extremely patient and is willing (so far!) to stick with me while I try to fix this. He definitely does his part to remind me I am not responsible for everything.

He reminds me that I deserve the same treatment I give to other people.

He makes me feel beautiful.



But… if I were to  live until I was 90, there is no way I would want to be stuck with that 30-year-old mind again. That 30-year-old mind who didn’t know how to be an adult. That 30-year-old mind who inappropriately thought she could control the world. That 30-year-old mind who failed to love herself. That 30-year-old mind who failed to teach her kids what it meant to have self-respect and demand people treat you fairly.

I would far rather live with wisdom and experience.

Grace and mercy.


Forgiveness and fresh starts.

Which is what I really, really hope my 90-year-old mind will have accomplished.

And… as for the stamina of a 30-year-old body?

That would simply be fun.