At my tender age of 51 years old, I have become a cranky, tired, curmudgeon who likes getting into loungewear as soon as dinner is consumed, if not before. I am worn out. Form rules over fashion. I desperately crave time to slow down in nature or with a book, alone, quiet filling my soul.
That was not the case 24 years ago as we were preparing to be married. Back then we were excited at the prospect of spending a lifetime together, discovering life on amazing adventures, taking on the world. We were anticipating exhilarating encounters, learning and growing together as we fed our natural curiosity. Our dreams were big and the possibilities seemed endless back when we were married.
Reflecting on those desires decades ago, we can see ever-so-clearly that God answered our longing for adventure, but He certainly didn't do it in the way either of us had planned:
- We longed for travel. God took our feet down avenues of medical challenges we never could have imagined, learning full reliance on Him.
- We wanted to be living "the good life." God granted us goodness by redeeming our endless trials, using them to grow us and bless others.
- We hoped for prosperity. God gave us abundance in compassion and the fellowship of suffering, meeting new, wonderful people along the way.
- We looked forward to big fun. God granted us the delight of finding shelter in one another through so many storms.
- We thought we would be making impressive memories. God created His own legacy of faithfulness and goodness through the challenges we have faced along with our children.