Today marks two years that I’ve been married to my wife, and I’m thankful. I truly am.
More numerous than the stars and the grains of sand in the sea are the many mercies of God. To behold my wife in all her beauty, to even witness her womanhood, to fall asleep next to her each night, or to wake up to her lovely form in the soft, morning light; yes, many are the mercies of God.
I’ve come to learn something about her in these past couple years. Something that I deeply admire. She writes poetry. She rivals Shakespeare too. I mean it! And if you think yourself a writer, of any kind, then you haven’t read the works of her. She composes sentences with a syntax that I could never think up, not in a hundred lifetimes! Yea, she destroys weak and worthless ideologies, she smashes them to smithereens, and she does it all poetically! It gets me giddy with excitement just thinking about it! Sometimes I’m so baffled that God picked her for me.
Before she became my bride, I prayed (and I continually pray this for the both of us) that she would grow in the Grace and the Knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. So it has been that I’ve had the privilege of watching that old cloak of feminism fall from her shoulders to be trampled beneath her own feet. I’ve watched her leave Anxiety, her former master, to be ruled over by the Prince of Peace. I’ve watched her fall in love with the God who made the heavens and the earth. The God who made me, the God who made her. I’ve watched her marvel at a thought, that, since the Garden of Eden, the planets and the stars, the oceans and the air, the flowers and trees, animals, insects, mountains and streams, all still obey God’s eternal decree! Some of my most cherished moments I can remember have been the two of us, sitting and talking, sometimes for hours, about God and His wonderful works.
The grace of God is tangible in pain and in ease. To think that this would be my earthly lot, and, still, but a shadow of the beautiful inheritance that awaits us in eternity. We’ve shared much joy and laughter, much mourning and much grief. A cord of three strands is not easily broken, my love. The Lord gives and takes away, but it is to Him we cleave. ♥️