A Story: The Ship, The Silence, The Mending

He was a man of principle. A family man. Wisdom and virtue weren’t quotes - they were his daily breath.  

Four anchors held him:  

1. Hear both sides before judging.  

2. Let reason, not emotion, steer.  

3. Don’t let a third voice decide for two hearts.  

4. Love your neighbor as yourself.  

Marriage brought storms. Annoyance, hurt, misunderstanding - waves, not wrecks.  

When they came, he didn’t point. He went home, prayed, reflected, realigned. That was his ritual for decades.  

He learned this: if someone grips a hot iron rod and cries “It burns!”, no one can open their hand for them. Release comes only from within.  

Adversity taught him. Each hard season pushed him inward, closer to the spiritual realm.  

He believed Lord Jesus Christ always opened a new path when the old one closed. For that he was grateful. Even grateful to her - her pain became his doorway to Truth.

Between them were two lines:  

Her side: a trust deficit.  

His side: “my way or no way.”  

Nothing was broken in matter. No moral decline, no lack of love. If anything, love had grown heavy - tipping into obsession.  

The real trouble lived in the mind: imagination, perception, fear.  

His answer was Time.  

For her: set down misery, learn.When her thoughts settle, she’ll return. Until then, let the children’s love fill the space.  

For him: his time now. Truth time. Books. Silence. Three days of Vow of Silence + Fasting, Saturday to Monday. Week two.  

A voice came, softened by Father’s Day: “Give in if your partner dislikes something. Marriage is give-and-take.”  

He read it slowly. But if giving in meant giving up freedom, where was trust?  

He’d been alone two weeks. She left home without a word. He never suspected. He trusted.  

He never complained about her life. He cheered her on, even poured her drink. That was his nature: to serve, to make others happy.  

He knew his time was finite. Eighteen years left. A gift to finish dreams and draw closer to the Infinite. No grudges. Only peace.  

If he wronged her, he bowed in apology. Yet he thanked her - for turning him back to his destiny.  

Marriage is like a ship, holes will appear. What matters is how both mend them. Together.  

He understood her now: she loved him until he felt like a trophy she couldn’t set down.  

Still, his faith held: all that starts well, will end well.

Comments

  1. Dear Naga, married life is two way traffic and both should adjust and get on.Family feud will be there but will settle down and no need to carry it for days.Ego should not be there “Together always Stronger “.

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