February 7, 2009

11 Years ago I married this man, pledged my heart and everything to him.
I wasn't nervous nor scared, but excited and in love. God has used this man in many ways. At times he has been a comfort, at other times a strong hand of discipline and correction. Then there are the times when he isn't anything at all and I am able to enjoy being beside him. He is not perfect, but he is handsome and that gets him past his imperfections.
I am thankful he is a good husband, caring father and a man of God. I am humbled to have been chosen to be his wife.

This year we spent our anniversary growing in our shared passion for the Lord's calling in mercy. There is much work to be done in this short life we have here on earth. It feels like there is such a need that it's overwhelming to find somewhere to begin. As we listened to Pastor Barry York speak about The War for Poverty, we realized that it must begin with us, in our home and spill into our church before it can flow out church the doors. We have three small children who are in desperate need of learning true compassion for those around them. We have been blessed with the opportunity to plant seeds of faith in Josh's heart as he is in our home. On a smaller scale, mercy should be in our marriage; in our dealings with one another and how we can serve each other.

With every year we celebrate the day the Lord joined us together, we find ourselves remembering His providence. The Lord brought us together in the summer of 1997. It has been a whirlwind of treasured memories, lessons in obedience and love. This year has been one of my most treasured celebrations. What a pleasure to not only celebrate with Eric, but in the teaching of our shared calling and in the presence of our Father.

Another year beside my Eric, poor guy, he's stuck with me.