I’m cutting off a hunk of my heart and holding it out to you, my blog readers today.
I took a BUNCH of pictures last weekend on our anniversary get-away, but the one posted here is my favorite. This picture is personal, private and so very dear to me; that’s why I say I’m giving you a piece of my heart. This is a picture into my very personal world. I really can’t look at this photo without choking up. Let me set it up for you.
It was our anniversary day – last Thursday, June 20th. My husband took me to Whitestone Inn in Kingston, TN. It is a beautiful place owned by Christians who want to provide a safe haven for couples to come and renew and rest together. On their property are many buildings – one of them being a beautiful chapel.
After checking in, we took a walk around the property and found ourselves outside the front doors of the chapel. “Let’s see if it’s open,” my husband suggested. It was! We slipped inside, all the while “ooing” and “ahhhing” over its beauty and the scenery from its windows. My husband walked up the aisle to the front and called me to meet him. When I did, he held his hands out to me and began to sing the song that we sang to each other at our wedding – “Whither thou goest, I will go, wherever thou lodgest, I will lodge, thy people shall be my people, my Love; whither thou goest I will go.” I tried to join him, while wiping the tears that were pouring down my face.
As we looked into one another’s eyes as we sang, I thought about all the “places” our love has taken us. Oh, yes, it’s taken us to many cities, states,and countries, but even more than that, it’s taken us through valleys of discouragement, mountains of triumph, through tunnels of hard trials, and rain forests of wonder. We could have never imagined it all on the day we said, “I do.” But the wonderful thing is that, while we were singing it, we were acknowledging that it’s been worth it all, and that we’d each do it all over again.
When our song was finished, my husband took my hand and proceeded to kneel down at the altar. He began to pray. In his prayer, he detailed our married lives, the happenings – both good and bad, and thanked the Lord for the passage of each decade, and for His grace and blessings that have led the way. There were moments of laughter in his prayer as he recounted funny things the girls had done, or an event that we’ll never forget. There were tears as he prayed about the difficulties and how they made us depend on our Savior more. While he was praying, I knew I’d never forget this time at the altar, but then, realizing that I had my camera in my hand, I set it on the timer, set the camera on the floor in front of us, and snapped a picture, so I’d always have this moment captured on film.
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Prayer is the only thing that will allow your marriage to survive, too. Have you prayed for it today?
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