Last year’s New Year’s Eve saw my wife Diane and I renew our marriage vows. Married twenty years ago on that day, we stood in front of a retired county judge and said our vows. Last year, our pastor allowed us to renew our commitment to one another in front of God and our “Family of Faith.”
I can’t tell you what I gave my wife as an anniversary gift; we don’t get too crazy anymore with gift giving. I can remember everything about our re-marriage ceremony. We exchanged handwritten vows. I read the poem I wrote for her on our wedding day, God’s Gift. Diane read another poem written for her, and inscribed in our wedding bands, One Day More.
Our pastor said some gracious words; we exchanged rings, held hands, and then were reintroduced to our friends and family as husband and wife. Next came the reception. In true Texas style, we had a wonderful barbecue with brisket and the best smoked sausage ever. We also had potato salad, coleslaw, baked beans, and cornbread. Then, a custom wedding cake (the first one we’ve had) and wonderful wishes from all who attended.
Diane and I will be married twenty-one years in just a few days. I’m not sure how she’s put up with me for that long, but grateful for God’s blessing—my wife. She is my best friend, confidant, and biggest supporter. I’m not sure I can do anything to top last year’s anniversary, but I’ll try. To steal a line from a movie long ago forgotten; I will love you for the rest of my life.
Growing as a couple or as a Christian requires the same key ingredients. Any union needs nurturing with lots of love, patience, grace, mercy, and support. God teaches us through His example how to exhibit the fruits of the Spirit in our lives. My wife and I remind each other often that we start each day on different shores. Each day, we begin building a bridge toward the other. On good days, our spans meet in the middle.
Some days, one of us will need to change our course or build a little longer span than the other. That’s what love does. It doesn’t quantify the effort; it merely acknowledges that effort is being made. I like to think God applies that same definition. Not that He expects perfection from His children; it’s enough He knows our heart is His and we are attempting to follow Him and learn from His son’s example. It isn't the rate at which we grow; it's that we consistently keep growing. Click To Tweet