*This is another week where I am sincerely confused by the fruit/veggie comparisons. On one website, she’s compared to the size of a coconut. On another, an asparagus. …what?
One thing I’ll never forget about our wedding day was the establishment of our little life motto for our marriage: No Rain.
It’s the reminder that God hears even the silliest of prayers, and He responds in the most miraculous of ways, if only you keep your eyes open for the signs (pun intended) and blessings all around you.
As the story goes, we prayed and prayed and prayed that God would not let it rain on our wedding. We prayed that He would “carve out a time” as our Ceremony and Reception went on that the rain would be held back. And even though there was rain on our wedding day–LOTS of it–we had faith that God spoke through a railroad crossing sign and He wouldn’t let rain ruin our day. And that’s exactly what happened: from the moment I arrived at the venue to make my walk down the aisle, as the music swelled, to you standing there waiting anxiously at the end of it, not another drop fell from the sky until we left as Mr. & Mrs.
Since then, the last four years have been a testament to God’s goodness, no matter how much life weathers us. And you, my love, have been the anchor holding me to that truth even when I get discouraged.
J, I have seen you grow so much in the past year; in your leadership, in your convictions, in wisdom, in your work ethic, in the knowledge of how to fix all kinds of things that have gone wrong in our house (yay homeownership!), in your carpentry skills, in your desire to create things or bring broken things back to life. I’ve seen you stay strong, despite the disappointment and confusion, when life threw us something unbelievably painful and I didn’t recover so quickly. I’ve seen your face light up while making project that you’ve diligently researched and planned for come together, and it’s not because of the sweat. I’ve felt your hands gather up my hair as I so gracefully heaved into the sink or toilet or trashcan or disposable bag every morning for 3 months after we found out about our greatest adventure yet, and you never fell ill yourself because of it (praise hands). I’ve felt your arms wrap around me just because it’s a Tuesday night and you’re glad to be home having dinner with your wife. I’ve heard your unwavering voice speak scripture and prayer over me when the anxiety of the past came to haunt my present, and I’ve seen you lean on the Lord to overcome your own anxieties when they try to cripple you. I’ve heard you laugh and joke with me probably every day this year, and I’m so thankful for that alone. And soon I’ll get to watch you become a daddy to our little girl, and teach her to be as strong and courageous and caring and funny and kind and faithful as you are as she grows.
In every way, J, you have shown your love for Christ and, through His grace, shown your love for me.
And as our story continues, I’m more in love with you day after day, I’m more sure that God has never forsaken us and never will (No Rain!), I’m more excited for our future together, and I’m more thankful that it was you out of everyone in this world that our Father chose to be my truly better half.
Four years, going on forever.
I love you more than I know how to say, my J.