We have a small picture of my wife and I when we were just getting ready to leave for our first real date.
How did someone that drop dead gorgeous ever say yes to going out with a mook like me?!
And how do I repay that kindness, that audacious blessing and gift? I’ve done a pretty poor job of it, so far.
Today is a new day.
Despite the fact that we didn’t turn out the way I had planned, scarred and bruised, sometimes angry and afraid, we were held. We were held together by loving, strong hand. Not our passion for each other, not our faith, not our commitment to holiness. We were held.
We had passion for each other, an understanding that even when we were hurting and furious, we still loved. We would forget. We would say things to lash out, to guard our wounds, simple revenge. Our passion could’ve killed us.
We both had faith, a faith that God brought us together, planned for us to meet and fall in love. We would lose sight of that in the face of our selfishness, the lies we listened to, our humanity. We had to be a divine mistake.
We were good people. Hard working, church going, servants of Jesus. But in this, I was the worst. Going back to pornography, alcohol, oh the many ways that men “check out.” Holy? Hardly…
Ah, but today is a NEW day.
I can remind myself. I can look once more at the face of my Father, see His grace and mercy. Be grateful for all He has done. I can look back at who we were and see better who we are right now and choose to love.
And let myself be held.
Not a perfect system I suppose.
I think I can LIVE with that.
Our lives may not go down in history, Our story may never be heard. But it doesn’t matter and I’ll tell you why, Our names may not fit into any love song, But her hand fits just right in mine.