As long as I can remember the number 13 has been my favorite. More than likely, it’s because so many people don’t like it.
July 12, 1998 was the day Bob and I agreed. We both thought we had something together that was worth pursuing. We had known each other for a little over 6 months, had been dating for a few of those. Now, even though we have a variety of dates that could qualify for “when it all began”, for some reason this one has always shined through the rest for me.
In the 13 years we’ve been on this journey together, we’ve experienced a lot. Surprise pregnancy, engagement, home ownership, becoming parents, family fall-outs, wedding, moving, separation, reconciliation, miscarriage, healthy pregnancy, son with spinia bifida, death of a parent, separation, reconciliation, and the reconciliation of not only our marriage but so many things in our life as we fell in love with Jesus right at the beginning of this 13th year. Through it all – struggling and sacrificing to support each other, our family and our friends in all kinds of extenuating circumstances the best we could.
There is so much to be proud of, so many tests we’ve overcome, so many times we chose to fight our way through instead of taking another way.
This last year I think we both look upon as one of our best. Where we have both shouldered the responsibilities of this life we’ve been building and living together. Where we strive to be better, not only for each other or ourselves, but for God. We are reaping the harvest of the seeds we’ve sown along our way.
Let us not celebrate our success and lose sight of the work still ahead. Let us not forget we must be diligent in renewing our efforts for fear old habits will find there way back in.
“but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah- 40:31 (TNIV)
Let us continue to aggressively pursue the Lord our God, obediently follow Jesus, and walk this life humbly together.