Twenty Octobers ago I said, “I do.”
Like a wind-chased leaf, memories of that overcast autumn day in 1992 skip farther away. Hearts, of course, remember, but images are now puzzle-shaped shadows—timid fragments of scenes and feelings. A puzzle that’s grown to include many more pieces than when we began.
Despite the bustling wedding story taking place that morning, a peaceful calm guarded the air. Trickling water whispered in the fountain, butterflies danced among flowers, sweet autumn air lingered—as if all of nature were guests at our wedding.
Yesteryear and her reflections…she knows how to make herself at home in the corners of a mind.
Oh, those kids in those memories; that twenty-something bride and groom, too naive to know time would be so relentless. Young enough to think only “old” people were married twenty years. Hmmm.
Well, we certainly aren’t old, but we are older. And usually wiser. I would have thought, by this time, we’d be in a quieter, slower-paced season. Not so. These boys and their schedules keep us busier than ever. But blessed. So blessed.
“Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain.” God’s had this verse on my heart for several months now, and when I consider it in the context of marriage…it rings altogether true.
Like any marriage, there’ve been times we’ve labored in vain trying to build this house without the authority to do so. Mercifully, there’ve also been times when we’ve deferred to God and He has blessed.
We have a fun little first-date tradition – our annual Labor Day “Date-a-versary.” This year was our 25th year of miniature golf on Labor Day. Twenty-five?
So impatient are the hands of time—swiftly spinning along, ever so slyly trapping today into yesterday.
Back in 1988, we never knew our random choice to play Putt-Putt would become a treasured family tradition. God being a God of traditions, I like to think He smiles at this charming little custom of ours.
Twenty-five years of date-a-versaries. Twenty years of marriage. Three children who hung the moon. Lots of laughs and tears, joys and heartaches—all while living under an inexplicable favor of God, blessed beyond measure.
There’ve been lean times and there’ve been times of plenty—and in both, He’s been the Source that’s sustained us.
I don’t recall what the future looked like in the mind’s eye of that young bride, but I’m certain she had no idea how fleeting 20 years would be.
May the Builder of this house continue to be so generous, and so faithful—and may we never forget—all the glory belongs to Him.
(Originally written in 2012 for my 20th anniversary. Sharing October 2015 in celebration of 23 years of wedded grace.)
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