It is 7.30 on Sunday morning. I know my husband is expecting me to get up any minute now to prepare for church. But I am jut too tired to even lift a finger.
So I turn under the covers and say the prayer I have been saying since I don’t know when that morning: “…Lord, please forgive me, I really don’t want to miss church…I would really love to be in your house today to worship you …I know the importance of having fellowship with other believers, but Lord, I am just so tired …..”
The clock strikes 8AM and I finally gather up the courage to tell my husband that I was considering not going to church. “Love, I don’t think I am going to make it to church today. Do you think you could make sure our son gets ready in time for the two of you to go to church? I am really tired…”
“I knew that was coming,” he said. “Rest, love, we’ll pray for you.”
“Thank you love,” I said guiltily.
For the next hour or so, instead of going back to sleep, I started thinking of the million and one things I needed to do, and before I knew it, I was out of bed and washing my hair.
Then it hit me: today was our first anniversary. “O, my goodness!” I gasped. “We have been married a year already?” Then my mind raced back to a year ago - this time last year, I was preparing to go to the church that had now become my home, to marry a man that had over the last year become more than just my prayer partner …
“How time flies,” I mumbled, shaking my head. It seemed like only yesterday that Danny and I exchanged wedding vows on that beautiful, Saturday afternoon in Johannesburg, South Africa.
Our relationship was born out of prayer, fasting, thanksgiving and tears – buckets of tears. We were worlds apart (literally) when we met – he in Georgia and I in Africa with nothing much to our names, monetary wise. All we had was the unshakable conviction that the Lord had ordained our union.
“You are everything I could ever pray for in a woman,” he would write.
In response, I would quote Luke 1:46-55, for as a result of this union, many women started calling me blessed and ventured to call upon ‘The God of Perpetual’ to answer their prayers! What an honor to be a vessel through which God’s work is manifested!
Over the next six months, we e-mailed each other everyday, spoke on the phone for hours on end, trekked to the post office to send each other anything we could think of that we felt the other would love to have from the other side of the world …we were virtually lost to the rest of the world.
When we finally met for the first time, it was as if we had known each other all our lives! I remember how easy it was to introduce him to my son, sisters, friends and church family – there was such peace and joy all around us.
Now, a year later, we have not stopped marveling at how far the Lord has brought us. Our home may not be elaborately adorned, but our hearts are bursting with a love fashioned only after our Lord, the author of love.
A fervent knock on the bathroom door jerked me out of my reverie. “We are home, where are you?” my husband and son shouted in unison.
“I am coming!” I said, reaching for the towel and the door at the same time.
I was greeted by two beautiful bunches of flowers, cards, and hugs from the two men in my life. “Happy Anniversary,” they screamed.
“Happy Anniversary, I replied. “I thought you had forgotten.”
I, too, surprised them with cards I had picked up and signed a couple of days earlier. I told my hubby and son in no uncertain terms how much I appreciated them and that I thanked God for them. “The Lord has brought us so far,” I said.
“You can say that again,” my hubby said. “To God be the glory!”
We spent the rest of the day at home, reminiscing and singing songs of praise.
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