Just two weeks ago, Jeff and I were riding down I-85, spending a Friday together just like we always do. I couldn’t even tell you the nature of our conversation, but I can tell you, without being overly mushy, that it was one of those moments I felt completely overtaken by how much more I love him each and everyday. I remember saying to myself, “I hope I remember this moment forever” – the way he looked when he spoke, the light in his eyes when he laughed. This ordinary day, no special celebration, no special occasion, but just an any other kind of day that time stood still and I remembered. I remembered from where we came, that first day I met him at Charleston Southern University, he being so flirtatious and me, shy and smitten when I looked into his eyes. I remembered our wedding day, a day we made a covenant with one another, a day when I never felt more beautiful and he never looked more handsome. We rode along and I remembered days when we had absolutely nothing, no idea how we’d pay for groceries, but we’d sit down at the dinner table of the last bit of food we had in the house and we’d still laugh and we’d still pray and believe that God had us right where he wanted us. He’d hold my hand and I’d believe him when he’d say we would be alright. Years later, I’d hold his hand and believe him when he’d tell me that God’s timing was perfect and one day he just knew I’d be a mom. He reminded me that God is faithful, and I saw that to be true when a couple of years later, I watched my husband lift our tiny firstborn up in the delivery room praising God for giving us the desire of our heart. I’ve held his hand and walked down the road of hurt and meanness from people that said they loved Christ, but we had a hard time feeling that love. We laughed again and prayed again, believing that God had more for us, that He knew our desire to lead people to love like Jesus and extend a hand outside the walls of a church building. So, we dreamed big dreams together, we trusted He’d meet our needs and He just asked us to obey, and we did. A new church, a new ministry, we didn’t, and still don’t always know what we’re doing. Throw three more kids in the mix after all those years ago He blessed us with our first, we just walk along, making a lot of mistakes, a lot of memories, but the singular thing that has stayed the same is we’ve done it together.
Life is just plain hard and yet it’s also so full of highs. Walking beside someone that loves and believes in me can still be something I so often take for granted. A list of errands, appointments, mediocrity that takes over, busyness – they all take my eyes off what matters. I’m not much of a fan of Valentine’s day when it comes to celebrating all of the commercialism of it (although it is the one time of year I try to get my hands on an assorted box of chocolates), but what I do love is that it never hurts to be reminded of what is right about the loves in our lives, when we spend so much time trying to point out what’s wrong. For me, riding down a road, holding my sweetheart’s hand, laughing and dreaming brought it all back into focus. There’s no one I’d rather share my life. There’s no one I’d rather dream big dreams. There’s no one I’d rather walk through dark days. Choosing everyday to walk through it all with him will always be my greatest decision.
Take time to just remember today. You are loved!