Ah…family…the best gift of all! I decided to post Whit’s birthday picture and when I did, I ran into this one of Josiah which seemed worthy of inclusion as well. Happy Birthday, Whitney – you’re a treasure to us!
February 2, 2007
Steve and I are at the beach, celebrating our 22nd anniversary which seems completely ridiculous. Not that we’re celebrating – but that it’s been 22 years since we took the big walk down the long aisle and said two enormous words: I DO. It’s funny how much I thought I knew about love and life and commitment and family back then.
Turns out, um…not so much.
I was woefully unprepared and way too young for everything that we would face. And yet, face it we did. And I think we’ve managed to conquer most of the stuff that wanted to conquer us and I know that we have a deeper respect and appreciation for one another then we did when our love was young and untested. Steve has put up with a lot from me. I’m not very organized. I hate house work. I’m self-focused a lot. And probably the biggest thing is that I’ve struggled with fear for most of my life. He has walked with me every step of the sometimes-arduous road toward freedom and I just can’t begin to say how much his strength and love has meant to me. In fact, I’ve probably leaned more on him than I should, which is my weakness. And he has always stayed faithful and steady, which is his strength. In that way – and so many others – he’s just a lot like Jesus.
It’s interesting when I hear young women talk about the kind of man they want to marry. What I found in Steve is just so much more than I even knew to ask for at 18. What I found in marriage is so much deeper and more real and intimate and vulnerable than I ever imagined. And what I’ve learned about the overwhelming love of Jesus by being loved by the man of His choosing has made me who I am.
Wow, Steve, thanks. I can’t begin to say how much you’ve meant to me. The best is yet to come…
Do you ever feel like the area in your brain that receives and processes information has gotten really swampy? That’s me right now. Since the Word of God is awesome and powerful, new treasure is still getting thrown in, but because my mind is so overloaded it just kind of sinks to the bottom like a shoe in a swamp and I can only hope that when I need it, I’ll be able to retrieve it.
For example, on Monday I was reading in Luke and one sentence poked it’s head out of the chapter and demanded attention. I literally had goose bumps when I read it the second and third time, it was so FILLED with life-changing possibilities. Just then, my office door opened and a crisis walked inside. After that, my day was filled with stuff way noisier than Luke.
So now it’s Friday and here’s what I’ve discovered: the word of God is high-impact, but low-maintenance. It’s not the crying kid in the grocery store. It’s not the horrific alarm clock cricket noises. It’s not the honking horns or ringing bells or fire drills of every day life. It’s really more charming and romantic and alluring. It’s strength-of-steel and life-altering power packaged in an unassuming little wrapper that is not equipped with a big screen or a sound track or commercial breaks to run upstairs and get a snack. Much like the walls of a damp and dark mine, it doesn’t have a lot to grab your attention except this one thing: the heart-pumping, pulse-racing possibility that there could be a diamond inside. For those who are willing to strap on the silly-looking head lamp thing and forge ahead, there are secrets and treasure to be found.
I’m going to start with my treasure from Monday – the one that almost got away. Luke 22:29. Check it out – it’s not flashy and may even look a little average at first glance. But read it again. And then again. And then out loud. And then ask yourself: do I really believe this? Because if I believe it, this verse will mess up life as I know it. It’s a million bucks in the bank and I don’t want to toss that kind of cash in the swamp.
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