Three things very independent of one another yet woven together beautifully in this life of mine.
“I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one come to the Father except through me.” John 14:6
I’ve known about Jesus for a long time. I accepted Him as my savior at a young age. In high school I went to bible studies and started to learn what a teenage follower of Christ looked like. Then college happened. As you can probably imagine I made some poor choices as many kids do. These choices didn’t exactly align with what the Word teaches. I was basically living for my happiness and not my holiness.
It was about three years ago that my now husband developed a strong desire to dig into God’s word and truly live out what it taught. A verse he pointed out to me was Matthew 7:21. Mic drop. I was saying “Lord, Lord” but wasn’t doing the will of the Father. I finally realized I needed to face the sin in my life, repent of it and take up my cross and really give my life to the Lord. Best. Decision. Ever.
What does this have to do with a cowboy? God values marrige; after all He created it. It just so happens I married a cowboy. Jesus loves his people so much that he would die them, and as a matter of fact, He did. Ephesians 5:25 says “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” It also lays out the groundwork for wives. Ephesians 5:22 says “Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.” We can display the gospel in our marriage by the way I love my cowboy and how he loves me. Keeping the gospel at the center of our marriage will keep it strong. We can shed light on Christ’s own love for us by loving each other and extending grace even when it’s undeserving. You see, Christ loved us while we were still sinners. Our marriage is not perfect; that’s why we need the cross to help sanctify it!
First comes love, then comes marriage, then come the Corbetts with a baby carriage. On September 11, 2016 my cowboy and I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. I’m sure by now you realize she is the “cradle” in this equation.
Being a mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I fail daily. I lose my patience easily. I love my baby so much but sometimes being a new parent is so trying. Then I realize that right now I am her Bible-I’m the one who will tell her how much Jesus loves her. She reads everything I do. I want to raise her up to be a lover of Jesus and to have a relationship with Him. I’ve learned that the more time I spend in the Word and in prayer the more effective I am at applying the gospel to my life and the greater chance she will see me as a Christ-like example. I’ll be honest; I don’t spend adequate time in either but she makes me want to.
The Cross, the Cowboy and the Cradle. The cowboy led me back to the cross. It’s the love that was shown on that same cross that I want that baby cradled in my arms to one day know. You see it’s not just a cute alliteration for a title. It’s the three most important things in my life.