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Robert Frost began a poem about devotion with these words:

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean. 
I read these words while my father and I camped out together between my graduation from college and my wedding day. As we set on the shore of Red Hills Lake in East Texas, I thought maybe Robert Frost was right. Shores lay stuck to oceans,
Holding the curve of one position Counting an endless repetition.
This endless repetition surely had to be the clearest picture of devotion. 
Then it hit me I was about to get married.

Shores have no choice in their devotion. They are cemented to their ocean partner without the freedom to leave the relationship. Oceans, too, hopelessly pound their boundaries with no other options. A greater devotion, I thought, had to be having the choice not to be devoted to someone but dedicating yourself to that one person with all the other options still out there. Surely marriage was a better picture of devotion than "being s…