Marriage brings change, but joy too

Sept 1, 2012; Stillwater Ok, USA; Oklahoma State Cowboys players enter the field at the start of the game against the Savannah State Tigers at Boone Pickens Stadium. Mandatory Credit: Richard Rowe-US PRESSWIRE

This past weekend marked a milestone for me. This will be the first football season since 1997 that I will not have season tickets to Oklahoma State Football. For 5 seasons while I attended, and for the 9 years since when I flew or drove from Austin, TX to Oklahoma, I have attended the vast majority of games in Stillwater and only missed 1 bowl game. For 14 years I spent Saturdays in the Happiest Place on Earth (the OSU campus). This year I will probably only get to one home game.

This is not a sad thing though, it was actually an easy decision.

To make sure we’re all on the same page, Lindsey did not make me, ask me, or even hint that I should not renew the tickets. I bought her a season ticket last year and she made all the trips like a trooper, she would have done it again this year, and enjoyed it. No, this decision was all mine.

The fact of the matter is this: we need more time together, at home in Austin. Lindsey has a big workload, I have an exciting new work opportunity, and we are both starting an intense academic theology and discipleship program at church that will last for more than nine months. These are priorities, even over my Cowboys.

Even if these things were not enough there is also my responsibility as a husband. I need to spend more time serving my wife, more time helping her out and more time investing in our faith. Hours and hours of travel, by plane or air, every other weekend and full weekends spent in the college football bubble don’t help any of that.

As I said, this was an easy decision. My wife, my marriage and my faith is more important than those fall Saturdays filled with cheers. I will miss them, but you can bet I will be wearing orange and following every moment of our season from the couch. 🙂


Today was a big day, but unfortunately I can’t spill the beans on it yet. I will let Lindsey do that tomorrow as we still have a few i’s to dot and t’s to cross. (Don’t worry mothers, it’s not about grandkids, we would have told you…).

But because of our day Lindsey and I have been thinking and talking about doubt a lot. The fact is that life is not easy. We’re not promised health, happiness, or an easy life. In fact for Christians we are promised hardship and suffering for following Christ. Just look at the 12 apostles, only one of them did not die a violent death through martyrdom. And yes, I know some folks teach differently, but they are wrong. In light of this truth, should we be surprised that we doubt God’s goodness as often as we do?

I’d answer no– and also yes.

Of course it is no surprise we doubt. We are not perfect. We fail all the time, seemingly at everything. Add that to a healthy dose of a world that is broken and unjust and you have the perfect recipe to doubt He is good. But then, there are times when He blesses us unexpectedly. There are the times when things line up right. There are times when the provision we need comes from out of nowhere. And there are the times Lindsey and I look at each other and say, “Why do we ever doubt Him?”

Today was one of those days. More to come.