I stand in awe of my husband. Sometimes I stand in frustration. At all times I stand in love.
My husband is an immigrant to the U.S. He is bilingual. He is biliteral. He is bicultural. He has overcome more difficulties than I can imagine. He truly comes from a world that is foreign to me.
Most of the time he seems just like me. White, middle class, educated … and then I see him interact with people from his home country, in their native language, and I am struck by the fact that he lives a dual life of sorts — and that with it he possesses a skill far beyond my understanding. He’s had experiences that I cannot fathom.
Sometimes that duality feels like a wall between us. Other times, I think that maybe I will never run out of things to learn about him.
Embarking on a second marriage is a huge risk. It is scary. Throw six kids into the mix and it is downright terrifying. There is so much at stake in creating a blended family. For those of us who have always dreamed of having a large loving family, but watched that dream die on our first attempt, it is a risk we have to take. I, for one, cannot let that dream slip away without giving my best effort to creating a successful marriage.
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.” Ephesians 4:2 New International Version
“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”
1 Peter 4:8 New International Version
“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”
1 John 4:18 New International Version