Beginning to Re-Story Wisdom as She Beckons...

I am a horrible wife. And/or I am a woman of deepening faith, refusing to enable or regulate the spiritual work of my beloved. Both, it seems, in this case. I rarely self-identify as ‘wife,’ though I have been blessed with our union for over 25 years. I regularly pray and discern how to be a more loving partner, how to meet him where he is, how to receive him when he tries to meet me where I am, how to surrender to the sacred force that somehow lives between us while neither of us can control nor contain it. But marriage is an historical institution with a sketchy history for women’s gifts, benefit. Its misogynistic history is in its social DNA, which I abhor. Had it not been for Brian's feeling to lead in the church, I might not have even submitted to the institution of marriage. Over 25 years ago, we had a conversation about choosing instead to live as soul-hitched beloveds in a consecrated covenant, just not a marital-social-ecclesial bond. Clearly, we went ahead with the wedd...