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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Take it to the Garage

Life sails along without a hitch for a few seconds a week, a few days a year. The rest of the time things get messy, muddy.

Loverby and I stopped today and took a breather. Our marriage and our life needed a tune-up. It is painful and uncomfortable to put it up on the hydraulic lift and look underneath. Every thing's exposed. The wear, rust and deterioration are obvious.

Loose bolts have to be tightened. Sputtering mufflers need replaced. Tires get worn out and lose their grip. Fluids lose their viscosity. Parts need lubed. Chips in the windshield need stopped before they turn into cracks. Wipers need replaced to clean properly.

If feels overwhelming to take our marriage and life, individually and as a couple, into the garage and deal with it, but it is the only way to have the quality of life that is worth living. It is the only way to have enough leftovers to give away to a hurting hungry world.

Our garage is the marriage bed with the door locked and the lights turned down low. The garage isn't the place for movie set sex.

It is the place for tears, affection, safe conversation, confession, dreams, and naked truth. Needs are expressed, wants and desires are spoken of out loud, failures are forgiven, prayers sent, disappointment heard. Hopes are risked, requests asked for, depression admitted, fears quieted. Feathers smoothed. Tears wiped.

When we take the time to go to the garage, we realize how much we miss playing, teasing, flirting, smiling, and especially.....laughing. Mostly, we remind ourselves to relax and not take everything so seriously. We remember again that  beauty saves the world, not worry.

We remember that it takes only a little bit of creative thinking and planning to bring a romantic moment to fruition.

When the lift sets us down on the floor, our thankfulness leaves us purring.

P.S. Our mechanic doesn't charge a thing. He has a mysterious way of sending notifications for when it is time for a tune-up. They don't come with a stamp....

10 comments:

togetherforgood said...

You make me smile. <3

Valerie Kamikubo said...

Thanks for this little glimpse of two people taking the time to get reacquainted in their busy lives and marriage... what could be better?

Susan said...

"beauty saves the world, not worry." Wonderfully put & words to remember...

Jon Mertz said...

Like the honesty of this post as well as the garage analogy. It is spot on as to how life really is played and unfolds. Great read! Thanks!

Laura said...

There is something so tender about willingly going up on the racks to allow such a close inspection...

Maureen said...

Beautifully and tenderly written, using just the right words.

Louise Gallagher said...

Lovely post.

And this... is brilliant. "We remember again that beauty saves the world, not worry."

Jennifer @ GettingDownWithJesus.com said...

So well written. So tender.

Monica Sharman said...

Had to smile at that first sentence. A few seconds, indeed. :)
I think that "uncomfortable" and "healthy" really go well together. Healthy doesn't always mean comfortable, and uncomfortable doesn't always indicate unhealthy.
Love your words.

Kathleen Overby said...

Thanks for knowing and understanding, friends. Thanks for your words. They matter. :) Monica, I'm glad you picked up on the 'few seconds'.....and thought it humorous. Uncomfortable doesn't mean unhealthy. Indeed.

I heard once that real travelers, ones who milk the adventure for all it's worth are those willing to be inconvenienced and uncomfortable frequently. :) Same for life, huh?

Welcome, travelers.