We have a little farm in the Shenandoah Mountains of Virginia. When we first got our farm we inherited a wonderful, well-cultivated patch of red raspberries that produced amazing fruit every July and October.
At the time we had five children ages 2 to 9 and one of our favorite joys was picking bowls of raspberries. We made jams, pies, raspberry ice cream, and raspberry pancakes all while covered with raspberry juice dripping down our chins!
In those early years, we were careful to weed the patch regularly. We took care to nurture the plants and to protect them. We were intentional because we knew it was necessary to produce the delicious fruit.
However, over the years life got busy.
Kids activities increased, and we just didn't have the time to nurture our patch.
Slowly the honeysuckle began to creep in and choke out our berries. At first, we didn't notice -it was subtle.
I kept thinking, "I'll get back to my raspberries when life calms down."
But life didn’t calm down and the day finally came when the patch was so strangled by weeds that we had to plow it down.
As I gazed in sadness at my raspberry patch, I thought about my marriage.
It was so easy to let the busyness of life begin to creep in and choke out my relationship with my husband. And it too was subtle.
I wanted a good marriage.