I used to be a quitter. When things got difficult, I resorted to flight, rather than fight. The work that Christ has done in my life, gives me the strength to stay and fight. Fight with my hubby and fight for my marriage. It took a meeting with a stranger last month to show me how blessed I am.
Just why are we here today?
Ten days before Christmas, was the day I married the Gman. Twenty-one years ago.
No comments about the home. He noticed the photo of the older couple. He tried to joke with me and tell me why the man passed away first........... So he could have some peace.
The joke fell flat.
"It's my anniversary" I told him.
"I'm hip to marriage, it's good. I've been married 21 years."
His face dropped in awe.
"Really? That's very rare."
He is a divorce attorney. In his words, he has seen all of the #*%^^ and excuses.
He got back to my marriage.
How many kids? Four
Are you happily married? Yes (the truth for that day)
He called me a rare breed. We discussed society, tragedy, commitment, and kids. Apparently the school shooter was devastated by his parent's divorce. His wife chimed in. They had 15 years under their belt. Their one child was putting them through the ringer.
I thought about his job. I thought about the demise of so many marriages lately. I can't imagine how he must feel in his profession of refereeing, fighting and calling the financial shots of the demise of a family.
He hugged me and told me I made his day.
After about a half hour showing, they never even commented on the home.
I thank you for preserving and keeping my marriage. Forgive me for not acknowledging the miracle of my marriage. I thank you for the grace ,mercy, and love you have showered upon me and the Gman.
Thanks for stopping by,