During our first year of marriage we lived in an apartment ,next door to an elderly lady named Yetta. She was a colorful lady to say the least. Full of tales from her home in Louisiana. Yetta, loved to cook . She had boxes and boxes full of recipe books. You could barely walk into her house without tripping over a "box of deliciousness" she'd say.
Yetta died one Saturday evening. I had never met any of her children until that day. As we were talking, her children asked me about all of the boxes. I said that she called them her "boxes of deliciousness" . They were boxes full of recipe books. Her children looked at me bewildered, as she didn't know how to read. Yetta, had never followed a recipe. Then I realized that Yetta, knew I loved to cook. It was something we shared. I was 18 she was 77, cooking brought us together. Yetta, wanted a friend with her children far away. She was lonely.
Intimacy with our spouse is like this often times. We want someone to share with. Sometimes we can be in the same room with our spouse and still be lonely. And it is in this moment we must bridge whatever gap exists and reach out to our spouse. Most of us just want someone to listen to us. Share our comings and goings with. Someone to enjoy a hobby with. Yetta, knew I liked to cook ,so she made it so I had all the recipes I could ever want in front of me. If I was over , I was listening to her. Most of the time our spouses are the same way. They want our ear to listen . Someone to take time to talk to them. Encourage them . Good food doesn't hurt either of course.
Some of those recipes took a lot of time to prepare. I had to look for all the ingredients. Like marriage it takes work. Time to grow, but in the end you have baked yourself up a delicious life, full of LOVE. Thank you Yetta,True friends never see age. Thank you to my husband for always listening to me through the years.
O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Psalm 34:8
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