Ten years ago today, I married the love of my life on the sunkissed shores of Lake Tahoe. In anticipation of this special occasion (on which we are bestowing the significance of a 25th anniversary since we wed later in life), I’ve spent a few weeks re-doing our wedding album, and reflecting.
The process has brought me to re-read many of the words spoken to us, words which I am so glad we have in print. Our pastor talked about the grace and glory of a promise kept, how very holy this kind of commitment is. He said that God makes promises to us and always keeps His word, and that through His power we can follow through on our commitment to each other.
I read the words of the solo which was sung. "I will be true to the promise I have made to you and to the One who gave you to me." And I read the vows we each wrote, in addition to the standard ones:
for better for worse, for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,
till death us do part.
This anniversary, we’ve faced a little of the sickness and health part. Our anniversary morning was spent apart, with Steve in the hospital recovering from an emergency heart surgery. But this evening, we will be together, rejoicing in the fact that God has given us another day, that with Steve’s improved heart we hope to have an 11th anniversary and even a 30th one. I am so grateful that God chose for me a man who is kind, steady, positive, dependable, and loyal – someone who does keep his promises. I’m glad that my husband loves someone more than me – namely, the One who gave him to me.