I love Fridays because Lisa Jo makes writing so fun. Just five minutes and she even gives you the topic. {In fact, come fall my children will be joining the fun...but don't tell them yet. Summer has just begun and we may lose pen and paper for a little while! We are ready for a few lazy days, a few unpressed and spontaneous ones.}
But me? I'm writing.
GO!
He actually found me. Knocked on my door and said, "Remember me?"
I had never planned for marriage, never had the list of attributes or thought about churches or wedding dresses. I had never seen a marriage that really looked like a blessing.
And my life had a way of just living itself out without my planning, anyways.
But he had the guts to knock on my door (well, my parents' door anyways) and smile. Just pop in and what next?
A difference in years and backgrounds and theology and none of it matters when God orchestrates something grand! When God hacks away at the weeds on your path, and cuts out the poison oak and blackberry bushes that seem par for the course, when He does all that, who really needs plans?
All our planning or not planning just falls by the wayside. We just follow the path.
So that was 19 years ago I guess. And three years later we were married. In a church.
And now 16 years after 'we did', after he quavered out Long as I Live and drove me away in that little white Toyota, I know I couldn't have planned anything better than this.
Happy Anniversary, Baby.
STOP
I could go on and on, but the whole point is five short minutes of writing...
