Forty-six years ago today I married the man who was my destiny. Most people said in the beginning that it was a very unlikely match. Even Fred thought for a while that our relationship would consist of only a date or two. But as silly as it might seem, God spoke to me clearly saying that Fred was the right mate for me.
My college roommates laughed at me. Fred’s friends made bets that he could not even pull off the first date. But by the end of the first date, I knew he was the one. On the second date, I told him that God told me we would get married.
Miraculously, he didn’t turn and run. He just took my bold statement calmly, saying that God had told him no such thing.
It appears that God knew what was best for us. Last night we stayed up past midnight and wished each other a happy anniversary. I was sitting on the side of the bed; he sitting on the other side. I said “It really was for better or worse, wasn’t it?” He asked what was the worse part. And I said, “Well, I’m sitting here looking at this dialysis machine. I guess that’s the worse.”
But then I said it could be much worse, and that we are so fortunate to have a treatment that works. When I was very ill for all of 2014, Fred cared for me tirelessly, every minute of every day. It seems to me that there is no greater love than that.
God was right about us, and we have been very happy all these years. Through the calm and through the storm, we have been happy. People always ask what is the secret for a long and happy marriage. Honestly, I am not sure of the answer, but I have an idea it’s two things: 1. God ordained it as our destiny; and 2. we both made a commitment to one another before God that the commitment would be lifelong.
. . . always giving thanks to God the Father for each other
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
(Ephesians 5:20 NET)