One Year Down

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In just three more days, I will have been married for 1 year. This truly blows my mind. Where has the time gone? Six years ago I became friends with a goofy, adventurous, wise boy. We ran around town with all our friends, just having fun and feeling free and young: our future held endless possibilities.

Five years ago, my friendship with this boy became more. I all of a sudden realized that the person this young man had become was far too valuable and rare to let slip by. His heart, passions, dreams, and personality fit perfectly with mine. My prayer from day 1 of dating became “Thank you Lord, so so much for this gift. I don’t deserve him, and I’m offering up this relationship with open hands. You can take it if it’s not your will, but please please give me this man if it is.”
Four years of dating flew by. Semesters were filled with trips to JMU to VT, and from VT to JMU. Oh how I loved my weekends with Matt. Will this ever get old? It never did. We always had even more fun together and continued to grow closer. I felt a slight fear at the knowledge that I was completely in love with this man, and that there was always a possibility for my heart to break. But that fear was always overcome because of the great love that we shared. It was worth it. My prayer remained “Thank you Lord, so so much for this gift. I don’t deserve him, and I’m offering up this relationship with open hands. You can take it if it’s not your will, but please please give me this man if it is.”
One year ago I stood at the alter with this man, my best friend. I held his hands, looked in his eyes, and promised before God, my family, and my friends, to love him as long as we both shall live. This was the second best decision of my life. I had never felt more confident about anything before, than I did about signing up to share the rest of my life with this heart and soul I knew so well. My prayer became “Thank you Lord, so so much for this gift, my husband. I don’t deserve him and I know the number of our days are unknown to us. You can have him whenever you choose, because he’s yours. But if it’s your will, please please give him to me everyday until we’re old.”
And that has been my prayer every day since, and it will be for every day that we have each other. One year has practically sprinted by. It hasn’t been perfect, and our lives haven’t been free of pain. But it has been blissful, blessed, guided, purposeful, and so, so much fun. I am so thankful for my husband. But even more, I am thankful for a God who is always with us; unchanging; always faithful; and pours out his blessings to his faithful children, even when they are undeserving. I know that whatever life brings, my God is always my rock; always my foundation; when the world shakes around me, He holds me still in his hands. And on this rock, we have built our marriage.
We’re one year down, hopefully many more to go. And we still feel young and our future full of endless possibilities. I’m guessing that we’ll always feel young because I can never get enough of Matt; there never feels like enough time. A wise, older woman who married her husband at age 23 and had 4 boys once told me, “My husband and I always said we wished we had met and married younger and had more babies. Every day was a joy and a blessing.” I hope I’ll feel similar when I look back over my life at an old age.
We still don’t know what this next year will hold, or where God will take us. But one thing I have (once again) learned over the year is that God is always faithful. God is unchanging. God provides. Your story will look different than any other and that is a good thing. God has given you a unique life with a unique purpose. Chase him with everything in you.
I’m so very, very thankful I’ve had my best buddy to run with me.