Between Daniel’s job sites and my ministry calendar, a standing weekly date night can sound like a luxury we cannot really afford. We have come to believe the opposite — that we cannot afford to skip it.
It is rarely glamorous. Some weeks it is a quiet dinner; other weeks it is take-out on the back porch after the kids are asleep. What matters is not the setting but the protected attention — a standing appointment that says, in practice and not just in words, my beloved is mine and I am his (Song of Solomon 2:16). A marriage that only gets our leftover time eventually runs on leftovers. We would rather it run on something we chose on purpose, every week.