Marry Your Kind

Please, marry your kind...

If you truly want peace in your home and joy in your marriage, choose someone whose spirit aligns with yours.

Bros, if makeup, human hair, jewelry, and glamour do not appeal to you, that is fine, but then seek a woman who shares those values. Do not pursue a vibrant, expressive woman and then try to silence her brightness after marriage. Do not marry a strong-minded woman hoping to bend her into submission. That is not love, that is control, and it will only bring sorrow to both of you.

Sis, please don’t put on a mask just to win a partner. Pretending to be someone you are not is not love, it is self-denial. No one can wear a disguise forever, and when it slips, pain follows. Be proud of who you are. Be true to yourself. That authenticity will draw to you the one who is meant for you.

Bros, if a spirited woman captures your heart, be honest with yourself. If you cannot honor her as she is, then do not invite her into your life under false pretenses. It is unkind to celebrate her fire before marriage and then try to extinguish it afterward. Love her as she is or let her be.

Sis, never settle out of fear. Do not rush into marriage because others are talking. Wait for the one who truly sees you, understands you, and values you as you are. Do not believe the lie that a man who is careless, unfaithful, or irresponsible will magically change after marriage. Change is something he must choose for himself, not something you can force upon him. It is not your duty to fix him. It is his duty to grow into the man worthy of love.

And if you are quiet, gentle, and humble, marry someone who treasures those qualities in you. Do not give your heart to one who will take advantage of your goodness.

Many marriages struggle today because people enter them as strangers, not soulmates. They hide behind invisible walls from the very beginning, and intimacy never truly forms.

Marriage, at its best, is beautiful. It is soft, it is tender, it is meant to be a safe place. But it can only be that way when both people come as their true selves, when both are willing to embrace, not erase each other.

So I say again, with love, please, marry your kind.

Shalom

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