The Wife of Your Youth

by Richard Mansel, managing editor
manthinking3.jpgThe truck bounced as it left the highway and turned onto the old, dusty path. Raymond still remembered the way after so many years. You never forget the way home, he thought.
As the dust danced around the truck, Raymond glanced over at his friend, Glenn, and told him about the Mulligan sisters who lived on the corner and the Masons who worked the cornfield on the right.
The path opened up and an old, worn house appeared before them. Raymond’s heart filled with nostalgia. Glenn glanced at his friend and saw he was somewhere else, moving through time.
The truck rolled to a stop on the green grass. Raymond’s cousins still lived in the house, but they were on a trip and had left him the key. He began to relate the story of his home place to Glenn. Words began multiplying as the normally stoic man painted a portrait of another time.
Glenn spoke as Raymond grew silent. “I know this place is still very special to you. It is a part of who you are.”
Raymond’s wide grin said enough. “Yep. It is. We never had much. My Daddy did the best he could. But, he died and I had to keep the place going. I remember all of the flaws and I see them now. The repairs that need to be done.”
“Ray, I expect none of those flaws matter much now that you are back home.”
“Nope, they don’t. Memories cover them.”
They walked to the back, where an old swing still hung, blowing in the breeze. They sat down, enjoying the gorgeous day. They continued to talk about old times. Raymond felt the place becoming more familiar as the conversation continued.
“Raymond, I’m thrilled you were able to come here today. Thank you for letting me share the moment. What would you do if you moved back here?”
“I’d be very relaxed here and do the repairs needed and restore it to what I remember. It’s all still here. It just needs love, patience and care.”
Glenn remained silent for a few moments. “We never forget where we spent our youth. We remember the good and the bad, but as you said, memories cover them. I love that statement and I’m impressed with your insight.”
“Raymond, when we began talking about where you came from, I hoped we could make this trip because there is a great lesson in this experience that I think you are ready to hear.”
Raymond smiled. “What’s that, Glenn? You gonna preach to me now?”
“No, just share something with you. For the past few weeks, we’ve been talking about your desire to leave Brenda after decades of marriage. You then come here and see where you spent your youth and you are filled with nostalgia and wish you could return and rebuild now that you are older.”
Glenn stood up and leaned against the old fence, so he could face his friend.
“Ray, Brenda is the wife of your youth just like this house is. She is special in that way and she charts your past. Sure, she has flaws but memories can cover them. Why don’t you return and rebuild what you once had with her. Solomon said, ‘Let your fountain be blessed, And rejoice with the wife of your youth.'”/1
Raymond’s eyes were on the fields and he spoke softly. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
As they stood up to continue their tour and discussion, Raymond began formulating a plan to rebuild his marriage with the special woman who had walked with him as a young man. Memories did make a difference.
1/ Proverbs 5:18, NKJV

2 thoughts on “The Wife of Your Youth

  1. Wow!! There has got to be a song in there somewhere, thanks that was awsome!! What a parable from real life, and scripture to boot.

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