The sanctuary was bathed in candle light and harp music filled the air. Simple yet elegant. Just the way we wanted it.
Nineteen years ago today, God joined our lives and our hearts. Two imperfect people with vastly different personalities and life experiences brought together by the love of Jesus Christ and a desire to serve Him.
I don't consider my husband in the terms many use - my best friend. It goes SO much deeper than that. Calling him my best friend would be selling him and God short. I doubt a label exists that could adequately describe what we have and that's okay.
We don't own a fancy home with expensive furniture. We don't take lavish vacations. Our vehicle is nearly ten years old. (Yes, we currently only have one as that is all we need.) We don't have a vast retirement portfolio. By our society's standards, we have very little. But we feel like we are the richest people on earth. And we are content.
No matter what life has thrown at us (and it has thrown plenty, trust me!), we've grown closer. Our marriage has been forged by a bond that cannot be broken.
To me, the safest place on earth is in Larry's arms.
He knows me better than any other human being, a fact that gives me peace and comfort as well as a sense of safety and security.
He understands my heart, my passions, my purpose and even how my mind works (scary thought!).
He calls me beautiful even on those days when my naturally curly and often frizzy hair looks like a family of mice has built a home in it, no make-up has been applied, hot flashes have won, sleep has eluded me and I'm down right ornery. He can see through all the external stuff to the real me.
He loves me even on those days when I wake up mad at him for something that he did or didn't do in a dream. Let's face it, the man married a challenge but he thrives at making the most of life with said challenge.
He encourages me. He builds me up. He brags about me. Pride fills his eyes as he looks at me.
I've called him "the man with the golden tongue" for years because of the things he says that melt my heart...usually words spoken to other people in my presence. Precious words stored in my heart.
We finish each others' sentences and fill in the blank when the other cannot think of a word.
He is the person I most enjoy conversing with. Don't expect us to sit at the dining table discussing things of little consequence. We dig deep. We ask each other questions because we value the other's opinion. What is your take on this? What is the Holy Spirit telling you about that?
I respect my husband more than any man I have ever met. And I honor him for being a godly man, a righteous man, a man of integrity.
He is a quiet, gentle man but not a shy man. He has plenty to share, just get him in "teacher mode" and you'll know what I mean! He knows God's Word and seeks God's heart.
He carries calm and peace with him wherever he goes. He can bring order to chaos just by his mere presence. People who don't want to like him soon respect him and even grow to love him.
Not long before his death, a dear friend told Larry he hated all white men until he met Larry. People say it all the time: "there's just something about Larry". Chalk it up to God's wiring and the Holy Spirit's indwelling!
Has God blessed me with a good man? The best man I have ever known!
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