Our Vows

I, Luke, pledge myself to you. I trust you with my body. I trust you with my life. I give you my life in equal value, substance, and worth in The Lord. I will stand with you side-by-side in purpose, side-by-side in calling, side-by-side in mission, and side-by-side in faith as we glorify the Lord through stewarding this life together. I promise to abide in the Lord separately, so we can abide in Him together. I promise to love you, protect you, and lead you as Jesus does with His bride, the church. I vow to forever honor this covenant which I promise to never break under any circumstance. I am he who will be there with you as we fulfill God's calling for this life as one flesh.

I, Mattie, pledge myself to you. I trust you with my body. I trust you with my life. I give you my life in equal value, substance, and worth in The Lord. I will stand with you side-by-side in purpose, side-by-side in calling, side-by-side in mission, and side-by-side in faith as we glorify the Lord through stewarding this life together. I promise to abide in the Lord separately, so we can abide in Him together. I promise to encourage and affirm you as you lead us into looking more and more like a copy of how Jesus loves His bride, the church. I vow to forever honor this covenant which I promise to never break under any circumstance. I am she who will be there with you as we fulfill God's calling for this life as one flesh.

Marriage That Sustains Our Love


I’ve wanted to blog this for a while. Luke and I have had the most fulfilling and life-giving first few months. I’m still enjoying the bliss of being with him every day, eating dinner with him, walking in the neighborhood with him, going to community group with him, etc. The newness and gratefulness of each moment still hasn’t worn off and I’m praying it doesn’t any time soon. It’s been incredibly sweet. 

With me being unemployed, us being newlyweds, and living in the 2nd most expensive city in the country, it was inevitable that one of our specific obstacles would be money management. We knew this would be a hardship based off of the differences we recognized in ourselves financially before marriage. It was a specific topic we prayed hard for and one of those areas we knew we would not be able to practice or prepare enough before we were neck deep in it. The first time we went to the grocery in San Francisco, we were hit hard with the “what’s yours is mine” reality. I wanted to save, Luke wanted to spend. I was on one end of the spectrum and holding my ground, and Luke on the other. It was hard. I was anxious. We were at odds. And ever since that day we’ve been face-to-face with even tougher situations financially and with two completely different views on how to handle it. We’ve handled them emotionally and it hurt. I never thought we would see each other’s perspective. 


Let me switch stories for a second.
It is obvious and a topic of conversation often how much of an introvert I am. I get energy from solitude. I love to socialize, but mostly when the topics are deep and intentional, and when I can dive in and know you. My weeks have to be balanced with going out and staying in. Too much of either wears me out. When I’ve had a rough day emotionally, I want to take a deep breath at home and recoup in the stillness.

Luke has always hovered around a balance of extrovert and introvert, or so he thought. This week he’s been under the weather, Bailey was staying with us at the beginning, and we’ve had a social every night. Luke comes home from work sick and he wants to go out one night at the end of the week. I wanted to stay in and recoup from every night we had been out that week. Luke came to the realization that night that he is absolutely an extrovert. He was feeling sick and beaten up, and to reenergize himself, he wanted to get out and socialize. I wish we can say we initiated this conversation in a healthy way, but the truth is we butted heads. Big time. Luke wanted to go out because he needed to, I wanted to stay in because I needed to. I had a moment in the middle of the emotional debate where I felt the tension of two separate human beings trying to live life together as one even in the most seemingly trivial of situations: to go out to eat or to eat at home. 

Now, I wanted to recall these two separate situations for a number of reasons. They illustrate two very obvious ways that Luke and I are different and are trying to figure out how to bring those differences to the table and function in harmony together in the every day. Throughout our dating years, we’ve dealt with similar hardships, but at the end of the day Luke was Luke and Mattie was Mattie. We lived our separate lives (together), and we would go home and do what was better for each of us because we weren’t called to oneness yet and we didn’t want to break that barrier. But here we are full of situations that call for us to figure out a solution to unite two different perspectives, backgrounds, and ideas and move forward.


Although we were separate in those dating years, there was this one idea that the Spirit made so clear to us one night that He has been ushering back to us in these first few months of covenant life, and one I know we’ll be learning for years to come. It’s the narrative of Jesus as defender. And here is what I mean:

When we are at odds, literally in conflict and on opposite sides, our default is to only see from our point of view. It’s human. It’s normal. We don’t even have to learn that, it’s an innate quality. We’re so afraid of the vulnerability. We have this gut reaction that tells us we have to be understood. We need to be known. We want the opposing party to come to our side and understand where we are coming from. “If they just understood!” we tell ourselves. And it’s true. If they just understood where I was coming from, chances are they would retract or ease up and we could compromise. But isn’t that true for the opposing party, too? If you could lay down your right to be understood, to defend, and focus on their point of view for a split second, wouldn’t you reconsider? Wouldn’t you then stand for unity and harmony? We have this inherent fear and doubt that if we were to let our guard down and seek to understand, there is a chance the person you are offering that grace to may not return the favor. And then you will be on the short side, not having your understanding reciprocated, and then true harmony wouldn’t be achieved because only one side is now being defended and it’s not your own. Often times than not, it’s not even for the sake of harmony we are afraid to understand, but mostly because we are afraid we won’t be defended back, we won’t be understood, and that hurts. That’s scary especially in the heat of a super emotional debate.

But I’m hear to tell you that when we are in the climax of the debate and you let your guard down, you step onto the other person’s side, and you see from their perspective, it’s OKAY if you aren’t understood back. It’s OKAY if you aren’t defended by that person. It’s OKAY if they don’t reciprocate the gesture of stepping over. Because you know what? Jesus is your defender. The Holy Spirit will press into them and defend you, whispering "See Mattie's heart! Consider her point of view. Recognize her hurt." He will be faithful to do that. He doesn't promise the other person will listen to His words, but He will speak them. And if they never reciprocate still, can we rest knowing that we are denying ourselves and stepping into what Jesus has called us to by giving grace and understanding and mercy and love? Is that not worth it? Is that not worth the chance of not having the gesture reciprocated? Can we rest in knowing Jesus understands us? It has to be enough.

And that is speaking in broad terms, but coming back to Luke and me. What I love about this idea of stepping over in the context of The Zitos is the covenant that binds us. Not only can I be okay with Jesus being my defender in the chance that Luke doesn’t step to my side to see from my perspective, but I also have a covenant that has sealed every moment of our every day even in the heated emotional debates, even when we don’t see eye-to-eye. There is a convent that reminds me of the deep love Luke has for me and the promise he made to treat me like Jesus does. There is a Spirit inside of him that he submits to daily that promises protection for me. I know that without a doubt, the minute I step over to his side, he’s going to return the favor. Even if he doesn’t emotionally want to in the moment, that covenant runs deep and that binding love that brought Christ to the cross lives inside of Luke and he extends that to me every time. Maybe not immediately, maybe not obviously, but he is going to step over to my side. He is going to defend me. He is going to seek to understand me. And that truth makes me a pile of mush and fires me up all at the same time. That truth makes me want to step over to his side every time, to see see his heart and his perspective. And not just because I know that I then will be understood by him reciprocating, but because I’m reminded of the covenential love that binds us, that makes us whole, and I want to defend him and understand him. 

I can say very confidently that this isn’t the case every time. Nine times out of ten there is a lot of hurt, a lot of frustration, and a lot of circles we run in before either of us remembers this idea of stepping to the other side and Jesus being our defender, but it’s a truth we come to eventually and one I want the Spirit to keep instilling in us until we’re old and gray. We’ll never achieve it. We’ll always be pursuing to understand each other especially in the hardships, but can’t that be said for our relationship with Jesus, God, and Spirit? And when I compare my relationship with Luke to my relationship with the trinity, and see our relationship as a progressive sanctification, there is nothing more I want in my life than to deny myself daily and submit to his wellbeing. 

“It is not your love that sustains the marriage,
but from now on, the marriage that sustains your love.” - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Thankful Thoughts

We had our first Thanksgiving. This week was a big eye opener to the ways the Lord is affirming that we are supposed to be in SF. He keeps providing and going beyond the bare minimum, for instance Thanksgiving. We have money to pay rent and at least $160 a week for groceries - and the good kind, the kind that is healthy and smart for our bodies, the kind at Whole Foods. And this week we somehow managed to pay $100 more than that to enjoy extra on Thanksgiving. We also sold furniture on Craigslist in order to buy new organizational furniture now that Luke is in the studio, and even rent a car to go pick up that furniture across the bay. 

Whenever I first got laid off, my default reaction was that I was going to have to move back home. And I was really upset about it because I didn’t feel like my time here was complete. After praying and crunching every number in my books, I realized that if I lived here until Luke moved, I could make it. I could pay rent. I could buy groceries. And all without going into debt or spending money I didn’t have. This was just from money I did have! I couldn’t spend outside of those means, like for clothes or eating out or anything extra really, but by God I would make it here! And I did. I made it. I even got to spend extra on wedding stuff when I needed to or wanted to. It did build new margins and expose new disciplines, but I can tell you I never went without.

Our Thanksgiving was such a treat. I had meal planned the week before, finding recipes that would fit our gluten-free, paleo, organic lifestyle that still brought nostalgia from all of our favorite dishes growing up. Monday night we made the trip really late to Whole Foods with our list in hand. One and a half hours later, we’re on a bus and Luke has a turkey in his backpack. I still laugh thinking about it. Tuesday we drove to the Ikea and Target in Emeryville to buy kitchen furniture, and then stopped by our friends house in Alameda. Wednesday we spent cleaning out the kitchen, organizing, and building furniture. We also prepped a bit for our Thanksgiving meal and made the desserts and cranberry sauce. On Thursday we woke up early to set the turkey out, then we got up and cooked all day. We were in the kitchen from 10:00 am until around 3:30 pm. We were such a team in the kitchen. Luke had a hand in every dish. We set our table with our new display china and had a small feast for two! The turkey didn’t come out as we had hoped, but many of the other dishes were delicious. It was nice to sit and recognize all the we had despite all that we thought we didn’t. 

Later we were pooped from being on our feet all day in the kitchen. We debated going on a walk to catch the sunset vs. putting up the Christmas tree. Around 4:30 we realized the sunset would be beautiful and Luke spontaneously rented a Zipcar for $22 for two hours. He hurried out the house and walked a mile to pick it up. By that time, the sun was already setting, but we still rushed to Crissy Field to see what we could witness. It was beautiful still! We then crossed the bridge and took a look from the other side. I hope there is a golden gate sunset involved in my next Thanksgiving.

We ended the night eating dessert and facetiming with our families. We decided to put the tree up the following day while we watched The Santa Claus and Luke made us a star for the tree.

When I think about those few months alone and unemployed in the city and compare that to my life now, I’m still blown away. We’re making it. It’s tough and we’re having to turn down a lot and sometimes that is painful and causes anxiety for both of us, but it’s also causing us to develop and nurture communication, and transparency, and trust, and boundaries, and dependence on Jesus, and intentional praise. And for that I am super thankful. Here’s to our first Thanksgiving within The Zito Covenant.

xo. Mattie


Psalm 107:29-32 - He caused the storm to be still, So that the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad because they were quiet; So He guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the LORD for His lovingkindness, And for His wonders to the sons of men!

 

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New Days and Old Lessons

Our covenant day came and went. I'm sure all weddings have the same momentum, peek, and aftermath. You anticipate for weeks, months, years sometimes, and then it's here for an incredibly fulfilling and exhausting few hours and then it's gone. We had a lot of expectations for what that day would look like and how it would be experienced by both us and our guests, but what we looked forward to the most was experiencing the every day of life together in SF after the wedding. 

And now that we're here I'm wrestling with something that was unexpected, something that crept into my heart and has been making me feel uncomfortable every day for the week that we've been back in the city as husband and wife, something I never imagined I would be experiencing now that Luke is here. And that feeling is discontentment

Usually I battle feelings of discontentment when I'm unsatisfied with my current reality, when my heart is aching for a new situation in an unhealthy way, when I can't fully recognize that importance and impact my "right now" is having on my "soon to be," and I can't sit still and experience what God has promised and is fulfilling in my life at this moment. 

I believe that singleness is a spiritual gift given by the Lord, and I believe in the distinctive works of celibacy if you've been called to that life. When I moved to SF, I was satisfied with my reality of being single Mattie with a supporting boyfriend in Louisiana. I believed in the calling I had to live single life and give back to SF. But after the minute Luke and I were called to a life of oneness (when he proposed soon after moving to SF), my heart began to change as He shaped and equipped me, and gave me the desire for a life with a partner. That year alone in our time of pre-covenant was significant and needed for both Luke and me and us together, but it was a long year of yearning and hoping. Once you've been called to a life of oneness, every day leading up to that covenant gets tougher to live apart. Even knowing our time apart before 10/10 was meant and a part of a bigger plan He had prepared for us, I still fought discontentment like crazy. And now that I'm finally here living the life with Luke that I was desiring for so long, I'm still fighting it in a way I never expected!

BUT this time it's different. Before, I was praying for time to speed up. I was looking forward to what's to come and intentionally praying for exposed purpose in the present. This past week now that we're here in SF, I still feel like my heart is trying to get through as many things as possible and move on to the next. Even as good and incredibly pleasing and sweet this time has been as newlyweds, I still am fighting to cherish every step. After finally sitting down and asking Jesus why, I'm realizing it's because I'm still in disbelief. I still feel like Luke is about to leave in a week and I have to rush through and experience as much as we can while he's here, squeeze it all in, get enough for it to last me another three months before I see him again. Jesus had to shake me few times and tell me, "HE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE! Stop. Breathe. Slow down. Love him right now. Experience right now. Stop looking to tomorrow."

That lesson will never get old no matter what your age, your situation, or your heart condition is. I love that when I'm old and grey, Jesus will still be reminding me how deliberate every day is, every hour. He'll still be graciously reminding me how much "busy" is a state of the heart and not your situation. And you know what really overwhelms me about that? The biggest way I'm learning this is through my husband who doesn't have a hurry bone in his body and is intentional with every minute he gets. What a sweet first week lesson. I pray that I never stop learning it.

xo. Mattie

 

-- P.S. Hoping to recollect and record memories from our covenant day, honeymoon, and party soon. 

Prayers Day of and Leading up to

This year of pre-covenant didn't look anything like I expected it to look. Never did I envision me living across the country, planning a covenant day by myself. In completely transparency, there were times where it was really tough and lonely. I wanted to sit with my mom and talk about tables and dresses and candles. I wanted to go with Luke to pick out his wedding band. I wanted to be in the shop when Dad was putting up the cross he made for the alter. I missed out on a lot and it hurt. But one thing I did miss out on that I'm counting my blessings for is the distraction.

Yes, our covenant day is going to look a little different than most. And honestly, the fear of "being different" is an insecurity I pray to overcome every day, but all-in-all it's going to be different. The Lord placed this vision of our wedding day on our hearts a long time ago. I knew what it was supposed to look like and I loved it. I couldn't wait for it. But I also didn't realize how difficult it would be to execute logically and didn't anticipate the "um, I don't get it" reactions I would get from family and friends who mean well, but have other pictures and traditions they cling to when they think of Mattie and Luke's wedding.

The few times I was home this year, I would get bombarded by questions. "Well, why don't you have a wedding party? Wait, so you aren't having a reception the day of? Do you have your dress yet? What color are your linens? Which florist are you using?" I mean I could go on and on. Again, people really do mean well and I appreciated their willingness to inquire and interest in our day, but what was tough about that was the reaction we got whenever I would answer those questions. The "oh, that's interesting" with a weird smug. I could handle it up to a certain point, but being drowned in it would eventually lead me down this black whole of re-questioning everything we had decided. "Wait, should I already have wedding shoes? Should I have not done it this way?" You guys get the point. So the one huge blessing from being across the country was that I got to avoid that most of the year! I got to be just me and Jesus and the vision He gave us and I got to live that out. And I got to prepare my heart for marriage instead of focusing on this one day and all the little details that seriously didn't matter to us. Yes, I care about the way the tables will look and believe He gave us the freedom to make things beautiful in a way that reflect His beauty and creativity, but I didn't want to care about it so much to the point where it consumed me and brought anxiety and triggered this impression management I battle with.

Well, this year has been beautiful. And I've looked forward to these next few weeks leading up to the wedding for a long time. I really can't believe it's here. But these next few weeks are going to be crazy and I am going to be up to my neck in quick decisions, a lot of attention, and a lot of opinions. I have a running list of wedding week prayers in my journal and below are just a few you can join me in.

- I pray for Jesus to rid the distractions leading up to and on the covenant day. For Luke and me to continue to focus on what matters despite the chaos that will come from being in Louisiana and with friends and family who don't quite "get it."

- I pray for patience with my friends and family and with Luke. 

- I pray for quality time with my family and stillness with Luke so that I can taste, see, smell, hear, and feel the goodness that will come from Jesus in these next few important days.

- I pray for strength, physically and emotional, for my family as they work their butts off to make each beautiful detail come into fruition.

- I pray for complete dependence on Jesus, especially in the area of finances (I still don't have a job.)

- I pray for Holy Spirit led sentiment in my life. I sometimes have a hard time with being sentimental. I want to be able to outwardly show how I inwardly feel when it comes to my gratefulness of my family and friends and the joy that I'm feeling each moment. I want to be able to say it. Out loud. I want to be able to show it. 

And for the wedding day:

- I pray for salvation to spring up from the ground. For everyone to meet Jesus in ways that are familiar and ways that are new. I want our day to help shape the way others view covenant marriage and Christ and His Bride. I pray for those who don't believe in marriage as just man and wife to not feel excluded or judged. I pray for community and hospitality. I pray no one feels left out and everyone feels welcomed. I pray that people will genuinely feel at home and that their presence was, is, and will be crucial in our story.

It's going to be a freakin' big day and I already can't stop crying. Thanks for being a part of the journey.

xo. Mattie

Submission

Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one ever hated his own body, but he feeds and cares for it, just as Christ does the church-- for we are members of his body. "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh." This is a profound mystery--but I am talking about Christ and the church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.

Submission is strange. I rejected the idea throughout the years when I was old enough to comprehend what it meant, or how it was being taught. And I think that's the kicker - how it was being taught. The really messed up idea of submission is one where the husband is greater than, holier than, and he calls all of the shots in every circumstance. I even heard a lecture once from a wife of a famous christian author who told a story about how despite what she was feeling about a certain situation, her husband in his furious state told her this is how it needed to be done, and so because of his headship, she had to submit. And she pitched this in a way that she wanted to come across as holy and good. "Ladies, that's our role. We submit despite how we feel."

I couldn't help but think even at the time in my really early stages of understanding this concept that this wasn't quite what Jesus had in mind when He drew up this whole idea of leadership and submission within marriage. It was dripping with guilt, pain, and it just made me feel weird. And had been making me feel weird until Jesus transformed my idea back to the way He intended.

Husbands love your wives as Christ loved the Church. 
Just as Jesus is one with us, so are we with our partners. When Jesus was here on earth he took care of himself, and in return that overflowed into our lives. We saw him praying. We saw him constantly quoting the scriptures, abiding, depending on the spirit. Because he stayed rooted in the Father, we as the church benefitted. And that's what Paul is saying here. Husbands, do that. What you do with your own spiritual life directly affects your partner. If you think that you can go through life without those disciplines and still have a flourishing marriage, you're going to be in for an overwhelmingly tough reality. There is a mutual care that happens when Jesus loves the Church in that way and it's the same within marriage. The Wife can look at the husband and see him submitting to Jesus just as Jesus submitted to the will of the Father. Like the trinity, you first think that the Godhead (father) is higher, but there is no hierarchy. There are very distinct roles and willingness to play that role whatever the cost is, but there is also equality and unity. And that's what this whole submission thing means within marriage.

 

And gave himself up for her to make her holy.
In this text we see selflessness, sanctification, cleansing, working out spots and wrinkles so there can be holiness and purity. When we see how Jesus loves the church we see unconditional love. We see grace upon grace upon grace. We see provision. We see protection. We see him speaking truth to us in two ways: affirming and encouraging, and warning or correcting and disciplining through love. We see this care that meets every need we have. Even the needs that we maybe don't want, but we truly need in order to grow and look like him.

And when I look at it through that lens, yeah... I'm okay with husbands being called to being head over a marriage just as Jesus is head over the church. Especially when my husband looks like Jesus and cares for me exactly how He does.

Recently Luke's Papa passed away. I wouldn't say it was completely sudden. Papa had been struggling this past year, but the shock of his passing was still felt. I found out on a Sunday morning. It was the same week that I was facilitating my new community group for the first time, had appointments booked during the week, and a list of other priorities that had my attention. Luke called me that morning when I was on the way to church and mentioned the idea of me flying to Louisiana for the services. Of course I wanted to be there. This was Papa. He was my Papa, too, and a part of my life for the past 7 years. I also couldn't help but entertain the thoughts of how impractical and expensive and impossible it would be to fly in to make the funeral on Wednesday. Luke said he would pray over it all day and we'd touch base that night.

Sunday night came and I still had a practical nudge that told me to just stay home, yet when Luke called me, he told me that the Spirit was leading him to purchasing me a ticket. I told him all of the reasons why I was feeling that it wouldn't be a super logical move, and Luke heard them with such grace and understanding. And in the same conversation, and with the same grace, he lovingly told me that the conviction was still there and despite how impractical it seemed, he really felt that the Lord wanted me to be there, to mourn with Luke, to experience this with the family. That night I purchased a ticket and got on a plane the next morning.

What I love about this picture of submission is how much Luke looked like Jesus. He heard me out, heard my side. And not just for the sake of covering all of his bases, but truly wanted to hear how I was processing the idea. And with all things considered, Luke still stood strong in his conviction because he knew that Lord wanted this for us. And it was a really special week with his family (and mine) that I wouldn't trade for the world. And my CG went on just fine, my appointments were rescheduled, and despite booking a last minute flight on Labor Day, my ticket wasn't astronomically overpriced and we payed it off with money we had forgotten was an option to us.

When the circumstances look like this story and Luke is obviously in tune with the spirit, submitting himself to the Father, and loves me and delivers his convictions in a way that looks like Jesus, yes, submission is a beautiful thing, a thing I can get behind. But what about when Luke doesn't? That's what I've been praying for hard this year, and the need for this post. What happens when Luke doesn't look like that? Do I submit then? How do I hold him accountable? Am I supposed to submit when it's obvious that it is flesh led? What then?

“Likewise, wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives,  when they see your respectful and pure conduct.”

"Respectful and pure conduct." Did you catch that? CONDUCT, the manner in which a person behaves. Even if your husbands are being disobedient to the word, you be true. If your husbands are going through something (which we all as Christians do), you still be true. You hang in there. What does respectful look like then? I think that varies from person to person and relationship to relationship, but for me it looks like not cheap shotting my husband. Not discrediting his role in intimate or big settings. Never questioning his role or his heart. Holding his hand during the drought. Praying with and for him in ways that are spirit lead and not dripping with guilt. Remembering that I'm called to plant and water the seed, but powerless to bring the seed to life. Only God can revive a heart, and me nagging him and giving him a hard time about the condition of his is no good for anybody. What does purity look like? Purity should flow from the way I conduct myself. Jesus will use that purity to bring about change within my husband, and remind me that He is working on his heart, assuring me that the spirit that lives within Luke from day one is transforming and seeking.  

The balance is going to be tough, as are all things in our lives that we have been called to balance, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited for the experience. We're not where we once were, and not yet what we're going to be, but we've got a lifetime to experience it together and despite the lofty expectations, I'm pretty pumped at the times when this will be easy and the times where it will build character and strength between the two of us. 

 

....and that is what I need prayer for.

 

xo. Mattie

A Husband's Prayers

Mr. & Mrs. Luke Zito…whoa
I’ve pretty much know that I was going to marry Mattie since 14 seconds after I saw her for the first time. Well, at least I knew that I wanted to. I remember when we first started dating, it was really exciting that she held my hand in the movie theater; but when we were walking out of the movie and she grabbed my hand and my head started spinning. I could not believe that she was ok with other people seeing that we were together. It took me a while to get over that fact. Now that we’re finally getting married, I couldn't be more thankful for this time and this woman, but now there are other things that are making my head spin. The role of Husband is a big deal and comes with a lot of responsibility, responsibility that I have been equipped for, but am constantly praying through. Join me?

Husbands love your wife as Jesus loves the Church.
This was so intimidating to me every time I heard it at a wedding. To me, it sounds like it means that I am expected to be perfect. That couldn't be further from the truth. As humans, Christian humans to be more specific, we are called to point to Christ and strive to be like Him. We are not expected to be perfect. That alone takes off so much pressure. 

Now, to figure out what it does mean. Throughout scripture we see several different examples of how exactly Jesus loved the Church that show us on how to love our wives. We see Him constantly praying over the church. We see unrelenting grace, provision, & protection. We see Him speak truth whether it is encouragement or something we may not want to hear, but need to hear. I'm also called to aid in her pursuit of holiness as Jesus does with His bride, always pointing back to the Father. These are a few small examples Christ gives us of how to love so intimately. 

  Knowing that we are expected to do those things makes me really excited. I feel that it is kind of noble. I don’t normally use that word, but I can’t think of another way to describe how it makes me feel. I am honored to have that expected of me, but please pray for me to overcome the constant battle of laziness and passivity. When discussing this, Mattie challenged me to explain why this will be difficult for me, why it may intimidate me. I fought that internally for so long. I haven't wanted to write this because I kept telling myself it isn't necessary. I think I was afraid to face the truth. Sort of like I knew that the false narrative in this situation (you’ll fail at this, you’ll be a mediocre husband, etc…) was a false narrative. So, I didn't let myself work through it. I wouldn't even let myself face it. But, as taught in the #emochurch series by Dave Lomas this summer, facing your emotions, convictions, lies/false narratives is the first step in truly giving them to the Lord and overcoming them. So, here goes. I am afraid of being the Husband the Lord calls me to be. I’m afraid I’ll fall short. I don’t even know why or how I’ll fail, but I know its easy to be selfish. I know it is easy to be moody and independent. I know that it is easy to be needy while disregarding her needs. This is what I pray I will overcome every day. I pray that whatever it is, I will not be passive when it comes to her and our relationship. Even if everything else is failing in my life, I want to excel in this. 

Putting Her First
It is a really simple concept, but voicing it makes it seem so effective. When working on something to better yourself, what we strive for is to make the improvement our default reaction. All in all, I am thankful for our time we had apart. I feel that we grew as individuals before becoming one and having a life of growing together. I also feel that we don't even know the full extent to how we grew but I trust that we went through this year for a reason. With all of that being said, it is still difficult. One of the biggest things I'm concerned about is the shift from a self centered focus. It has been difficult lately because as our lives are now, we are not truly a part of each other’s day-to-day. So, most of the decisions I make only impact me. This type of living is not conducive to a selfless heart. I think that when you are alone, being self centered to an extent is not a bad thing; its natural in fact. If there is no one else that you’ve committed yourself to on a daily basis then who else would you focus on than yourself? Your wants, your needs, your desires. Anyway, as far as our daily lives are concerned, we’ve become self centered in the past year. I am trying to keep this in the front of my mind as we are adjusting to living together. I strive to constantly put her before myself in every situation and trust that she is doing the same. If I wasn't with someone that I love and trust so much it would be scary, but honestly, I trust her to look after me more than myself, and pray to reciprocate that day in and day out. I trust that we will be able to do it, but I ask for prayer around that specifically for it to be a constant discipline as my current default is self centered. I pray to adjust that very soon and continue adjusting to that every day.


Those are just a few prayers of the many that I'm giving to the Lord as 10/10 approaches and our lives as husband and wife begins. I look forward to this partnership despite the lofty expectations as husband, and I'm forever grateful for your support as you lift our lives up to the Lord with us.

-Luke

A New Season

I was laid off this week. Along with my entire division and 70 other folks at ModCloth. It was abrupt, painful, and the trauma of that day still stings. And so here I am again. Jobless, no next professional step in the horizon, and seemingly alone in the big bay city.

But here is the thing, I don't feel alone. What I feel is supported, peace, stillness, secure. Not a year ago I was in a similar situation in my career where I didn't know what was next and it was one of the most memorable seasons in my walk. I remember coming out of it and then yearning for it back. There is a whole new level of intimacy that comes with your Lord when everything around you is fuzzy and dark, but you wake up clinging to the rock that is familiar, reciting the promises that were made to you. I know I won't miss anything in heaven, but if I could, it would be faith.

This time there isn't as much discipline needed. Before, I had to wake up every morning and read this one prayer, listen to this sermon series, meditate on these scriptures, act myself into a new way of feeling about the situation, begging for contentment. Growing up in a land of legalism, I overcorrected and dipped a little too deep into the freedom waters. I had the perspective of "If I don't feel it, I'm not going to do it for works' sake." Last year Jesus taught me discipline and this year I'm still seeing the fruit from those months. 

Because now...I feel it! I feel security. I feel hope. I feel taken care of. Yes, severance and unemployment checks are tangible evidences of his provision this time around, but you know what else is contributing? Luke. This year I feel supported in a way I couldn't understand last year. I was Mattie - singular. I had a boyfriend who loved and cared more than anything, but I didn't have a fiance. Now I have a (soon to be) husband. This close to the covenant, I can feel the oneness of Mattie and Luke, and I need not worry. For so long before the promise of covenant, I felt the need to look out for myself especially financially. But now I have this incredible support system that is at a different level, and the Lord sure is showing off through it. 

I ask you to continue to pray for our understanding of oneness and the weaving that will take place that is our lives separately and together. For every bump, every detour, and every stop sign, that we will cling to the promises we know and continue to lean on the sovereignty that has been revealed to us so many times in our lives. Pray for Luke during this season as he cares and comforts from afar, that his confidence is weighted only in the abilities he's been called to, understanding where his limits meet His strength.

Pray for me especially in the areas of stillness. May I understand and find the balance between doing and resting. That the Holy Spirit would lift the weight of "what's next." That I would stand still and see the great thing The Lord is gonna do before my eyes (1 Samuel 12:16). That we won't be weighed down by the anxiety of seeking "God's will", but only find our strength in seeking God, knowing that any next step we take if rooted in Him is the right one. Pray that our oneness is amplified in ways that are familiar and ways that are new as we get closer to our covenant in this season. 

Thank you for walking alongside. 

xo. Mattie
 

P.S. Below is a prayer I pray every morning now. Taken and reworded from Come to Me by Bethel.

You are The Lord my God, you go before me now. You stand beside me, you're all around me. Though I feel you're far away, you're closer than my breath. You are with me more than I know. 

You are The Lord my peace, no evil will conquer me. Steady now my heart and mind. I come into your rest. Oh, let my faith arise. Lift up my weary head. You are with me wherever I go. 

I come to you, you're all I need.
I come to you, you're everything.
I come to you, you're all I need.
I come to you, you're my everything.

You are my anchor in the wind and the waves. You are my steadfast so I won't be afraid. Though my heart and flesh may fail me, you're my faithful strength. You are with me wherever I go.

I come to you, you're all I need.
I come to you, you're everything.
I come to you, you're all I need.
I come to you, you're my everything.

I won't look to the right or to the left, I'm keeping my eyes on you. I will not be shaken, I will not be moved. You are the hand to hold, you are the truth, you are the way. I come to you, come to you, cause you are all I need.