five years ago
I have been spending time going through old journals for the past couple of weeks. I have been reading a couple of entries, here and there, when I have a moment to myself… a moment of quiet and I take one of these journals, make myself a cup of tea and read. I read about the present past.
I am reading about five short years ago. Five long years ago.
In a couple of weeks we will celebrate five years of marriage and as I read through these entries where I have captured time, emotions, fears, joys… I marvel. That was 5 years ago. We have told our story, the story of how we met over and over again because people ask over and over again. It is a good story. And each time we share this miracle – because there is simply no other way to explain how this West Coast girl met this Northern boy living in the South… no. other. way. And he happens to be Armenian? And he happens to be passionate about the Gospel? Right. The Sovereign One orchestrating something quite miraculous…the details fit so perfectly that only He could have designed it all. Our story overflows with grace. I weep just reading how it all came together. Our first conversation. I have recorded it with my pen. Who is this man, I have asked myself. I know he is the one from that very first phone call. And I am full of joy and afraid all in the same breath. Joyful and afraid of being right. Full of joy and full of fear that what I had been praying for has actually come to pass. He heard me.
My Father heard those prayers. He heard me. As I lived and worked and sang, I prayed for a life partner with whom I could live and work and sing and He helped me wait till it was time, the exact, precise, ordained-perfect-best time to meet the one. And grace kept me from following the norm, from doing what everyone else was doing. Grace held me strong, enveloped in that pure embrace, guarding my heart – not by my strength, but His. And then it was time. Six years ago, a courtship (and his very first gift to me? A journal. How did he know…?) Five years ago, a marriage.
I read my own words from this month, 2006, the anticipation of a marriage and what is to come…
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