Something interesting to me lately is to think that no matter how much I know Rafa, I can never know him completely. It works the same both ways – he can never fully know me. There’s things about me he can never know. It’s not because I’m holding back. It’s just the way we humans are made.

I started thinking about this after our small group activity last week. We studies Romans 12:1-2, “Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

We talked about the ways we have been transformed; we also talked about the opposite – areas of our life that we haven’t sacrificed yet. Our leader gave us two cards – one to write areas of our life that God is pleased with and one to write areas of our life that still needed to be sacrificed to God. (One of those cards was much easier to fill out than the other.)

We didn’t share what was on the cards. It was between me and God. And Rafa’s cards were between him and God. He didn’t know what was written on my cards and I didn’t know what was written on his.

Then, we went out to a fire ring and burned the card with the areas we wanted to sacrifice to God. And when they were gone, I thought about how much I know my husband, I will never know him the way his Maker does.

That’s the way it should be.

We had friends over earlier this week who just got married. It was fun to remember us in those first couple of weeks after our honeymoon, back in the pace of daily life. I know we are still newlyweds, but it feels like we’ve learned so much about each other since then. We will continue learning until the day we are done here on earth.