Thursday was also our 24th wedding anniversary. I never thought I'd see the day. See, this is not my first marriage. (The first was a dismal failure; while my 20-year-old self sat home day after day, waiting for this guy to show up he was usually hanging at a local bar, playing kissy-face with whoever would play. My preacher prayed with me by phone, helping me to understand that we were "unequally yoked" when I drove myself for 13 hours back home alone and miserable).
But God is so good. He chose the right man for me whereas I had chosen the wrong one. We're a long way from perfect these days, but still we know that God put us together for a reason and we are committed to honor His prefect will and each other until our last breath. Now, 24 years later, I'm still amazed and oh, so blessed.
