So I Married The Wrong Guy & Then...

Then nothing. I'm still married to him.
Seriously, I am not sure I married the right man. I have pretty much nothing in common with him. I love to read, I've yet to discover evidence that he can read. I love silence, he talks so loud it makes my nose run. I am relatively self-disciplined and he more or less runs amok. Amok I tell ya.
I am a homebody, he not only loves to run errands but will do them in the most inefficient way possible to make them last longer.
I love nature. He loves plastic.
I am concrete, I fit into very few situations. He is a chameleon, he can blend in anywhere.
He is non confrontational. I am disappointed if I miss a take-down at work.
I want to fill my home with sentimental mementos of my childhood and family.
He wants to "decorate to look like Panera."
He flips his spoon over to eat pudding. Need I say more?
You might think I'm saying all this to finally point out that we balance one another out. Not so. I'm not seeing it. I'm am no less concrete and he is no less loud.
No. I think we married the wrong people.
I don't know who I was supposed to marry. He thinks he was supposed to marry Sandra Bullock.
I'm realistic, he's insane.
Sometimes I look at him and I'm breathless at how utterly perfect he seems to me. Sometimes I am aware on a spiritual level what a sacred path we travel even through days when there is less passion than determination. Sometimes I sit in the car while he's driving and wonder what in the flip I was thinking in 1986. Sometimes after work I let my cell go to voice mail because I fear his loud voice after a hard day will cause an aneurysm.
Anyway, what I do know is that sometimes we may not exactly hit the bulls-eye in life. Wouldn't it be a terrifying thing if we were doomed for missing the mark? I think that is why God, in the Old Testament, consumed the sacrifices. Just the dove, the grain, the calf; could not be made worthy. The power of the sacrifice came in bringing the best they could come up with and letting God consume it. Set fire to it, purify it and receive it.
It wasn't perfection that pleased God, it was putting the thing before him to do whatever was necessary to make it acceptable. That compelled him to come into the temple and receive the offering. The giving of it.
And so I married the wrong guy. And can't imagine being married to anyone else. Before God, laid in sacrifice for him to do what needs doing, we are made right.

Deuteronomy 27:6 Thou shalt build the altar of the LORD thy God of whole stones: and thou shalt offer burnt offerings thereon unto the LORD thy God...