You’re not going to want to deal with it when you wake up every morning. I am fully aware that there will be many times in my marriage when I roll over in the morning and look at my obnoxiously-snoring, eventually middle aged, and at some point balding husband (whoever this lucky fool is…) and I’m not going to want to deal with it. But I know I’ll be reminded of a promise. A promise I made, the rings we exchanged, a white dress of purity, and love raining from my husband, family, and friends.
But I’ve already been a bride. I am a bride. I am the bride of Christ. There are morning I wake up and roll over and think of the prospect of spending time with the Lord and I don’t want to deal with it. It’s like I’m looking at my husband 25 years into my marriage. I’m not excited. But as a bride, I made a promise. Christianity isn’t an obligation, or a relationship, it’s a marriage. It’s persevering every day even when you don’t want to, and afterwards being thankful you did because you’re reminded of why you fell in love in the first place.
I am the Bride of Christ.