Yesterday, Paul and I celebrated our 57th anniversary. Add to that the eight years we knew each other prior to our wedding day and you have a lifetime of memories. We decided to take a drive because the autumn colors are at their peak in some parts of our state. We weren’t disappointed. Color isn’t an appropriate word for the magnificent art work of God’s hand. Bright red and burgendy filled the spaces between towering pines and poplar and birch trees looked like they were filled with gold coins. The sky was dotted with clouds, but the beautiful cerulian blue penetrated the great expanse. Our road trip led us to the north west where the brilliance of autumn amazed the eyes.
Being married for such a long time is quite an accomplishment, I guess, but I must say the time has flown by and I am so fortunate to be married to a man who truly loves the Lord and wants everyone else to know that feeling as well. To say it was smooth sailing all the way, would be an outright lie. Any relationship worth its salt comes with ups and downs. We were gifted with three children. We built a couple businesses and saw them succeed and fail. We experienced all that parenting had to offer and then some. We learned to rekindle our relationship when retirement came. We weathered bankruptcy, foreclosure, cancer and other illnesses. We endured fourteen presidents, several terrorist attacks (foreign and internal), watched patriotism rise and fall and rise again. We’ve seen a nation go through changes that make us wonder if we’re living in the same country we started out in.
Through all of our tough times, we were welded together by a common faith, which has helped us to get through all of it and made us better because of it. Having God as our center has truly cemented our reltionship.
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”