Tomorrow (August 5) is our 30th wedding anniversary!
My poor wife has endured much these last 30 years. I promised her fame and fortune--instead, she ended up a pastor's wife, a calling at which she's excelled, I might add.
Without a word of complaint, she's endured many a Yankee game (in person, or on TV), she's endured my absence too many an evening (if the truth were known, she probably enjoyed that part), having her living room turned into my study, cigar smoke, loud music, all of my theologian/pastor friends, and my mid-life crisis (a car). Not to be overlooked, is my most recent middle-age affliction-snoring. That one, she's complained about (just a bit).
As you can see in the picture, we were young once. But, we have grown older together and we await the joy (Lord willing) of watching our sons pursue their callings, get married, and give us grandchildren (should that be the Lord's will).
Where did those thirty years go? Seems like only yesterday that I showed up at an employee Bible study at Knott's Berry Farm, and to my great surprise saw Micki in attendance. We'd been in grade school together, but paid each other no mind until crossing paths again at Knott's. Six months later we were married. Now, thirty years have flown by . . .
All of that is to say that God has been very, very good to us. And I am very, very thankful to be a recipient of his love, grace, and mercy. . . much of that coming to me through the care and love of my dear wife.