“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!”
Song of Solomon 4:10a
Today is my and Amy’s 35th wedding anniversary. My goodness, where has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday we first met at college in Russelville, Arkansas. Initially we were just friends who liked to hang and play volleyball, but something about this fiery little redhead who refused to back down from anybody began to intrigue me. Friendship deepened into love, and love moved us to want a life together. We were married June 16, 1984, still in college and dirt poor, but full of dreams about the future.
God’s unexpected call into ministry took us to Fort Worth, Texas, where our daughters were born. These were busy, but productive years as we learned just how weak we were in ourselves, how prone to fail, but how rich and deep the grace of God is. A further call then brought us to Missouri where we thought we would be for only a few years before moving on to the mission field. God, however, had other plans. We’ve been at Rockport since 1991 (28 years if you’re counting, but that’s a story for another day!)
I would love to tell you these 35 years have always been easy, that we’ve always gotten along and treated one another as Christians should. But that would be a lie. Some years were easy. Others were very hard. We both proved we can be selfish and inconsiderate. We’ve sinned against each other more times than I can count. And we’ve had those days when it would have been easy to give up, if giving up had been ever an option! But it never was. So God in His grace kept bringing us to repentance and teaching us that love is a verb, an action and attitude we choose toward one another daily! And I am so glad he did! Because it is in the context of having to learn to love, that the true joy of companionship develops deep roots that are then able to weather all the storms! And that’s when the latter years become the best years of all!
What a privilege to share my life and love with this godly woman!