Celebrating thirty-two years with my man today. For a woman who (as a teenager) couldn't commit to a date two days ahead of time in case something better came along, and who (as a young woman) wore the lies of the liberated women's sexual revolution like splats on my tie-dyed T-shirts, this loyal longevity is a feat of the grace and goodness of both God and a good man.
I can't say it has always been a "dream within a dream." As a blended family, we merged with no idea of the work, hurt, and chaotic concerns that accompany wounded people. I, brand new in faith, thought that just being a Christian was enough to make it work.
We've scrapped and scraped and learned late. And have been covered by much grace.
But we have five solid children for whom I am thankful. And have each other to walk with through this next part of the journey.
My favorite hymn, sung thirty-two years ago on this day, To God Be the Glory, is still the theme song of my life.
Bob--always the same--frontward and backward! I have been given much.