February 5th will always be a special day for me.
Anyone who knows me very well is familiar with the fact that I like numbers and dates, and can’t easily get them out of my head. But I think that even if I couldn’t remember a single person’s birthday or recall my own mother’s phone number, I would remember February 5th… because on February 5th, 2013, my world and his world became one world.
Two people that had lived nearly 30 years each in their own individual worlds were never the same after those worlds collided. God chose the perfect timing to introduce us to each other, each through our own obedience to what He had asked us to do. For Chris, it was starting and being obedient to leading Freestyle STL, despite the uncertainties and the hardships of leading a ministry. For me, it was moving to Haiti to pursue God’s leading, and leaving behind my family, a good job, and a life and possessions.
Through our obedience, God used the people in our lives to make the distance between our worlds smaller and smaller until those two worlds collided on that beautiful day of February 5th.
Exactly one week earlier, I had begun a fresh new journal while sitting on my bed in Haiti.
The ache in my heart was for my future husband, and I had been feeling like God was pressing me to pray for him. Like he was just around the corner. I think God was increasing my faith.
He wanted me to ask so He could give.
And wow, did He.
Chris and I had the opportunity to become pen-pals while I was living overseas, and were going to have the chance to meet in person when I returned to the States for a visit.
What a time that was! I was in love with Chris before we even met in person, and knew I would marry him before I even heard his voice. I left my parents’ house that afternoon that we’d finally get to meet saying, “Pray for me. I think I’m about to go meet my future husband.”
Those in attendance at our wedding heard the voice memo I made on the drive to meet him, stating that I thought that there was something special about him, and that I’d love to play the recording for him someday if he was, indeed my husband (hilarious to hear played at our wedding before I walked down the aisle). Of course, without knowledge that I had done the same, Chris also made a voice memo, stating that he couldn’t wait to meet me, and that he, too, was falling for me.
It’s a romance that I would love to share in more detail someday.
But today… I just want to celebrate God’s faithfulness.
I asked, and He gave, exceeding all my expectations. Beyond what I ever deserved. More than I ever dreamed.
I love my husband so so much.
Now that we’re married, it seems we have another anniversary to celebrate. We not only get to remember the day that we met, or the day that Chris asked permission to pursue me, or the day that he asked me to be his wife… but the day that we got married!
Most couples stop celebrating other anniversaries when they get married.
But oh no… I won’t stop.
I will not only celebrate February 5th, but I want to celebrate every single day of life.
I want to daily remember how blessed I am that God not only answered my prayers to miraculously lead my husband to me, but used him to lead me on a journey through the healing of my broken heart as he stood by me faithfully. I want to celebrate the fact that I get to wake up every morning next to my best friend, the one who knows the most raw, deep, and dark alleys of my heart but chooses to love me anyway. I want to celebrate that I get to share a home and the rest of the days of my life with a man who loves Jesus and leads me to know Him more intimately. I want to celebrate that God hears our prayers and is a good Father who gives good gifts – gifts that mold us and change us for the better – forever.
I will celebrate.