I am blessed to be loved. <3
Leap Year Day of 1992 was a very special day. It was a Saturday morning when the phone rang…
Twenty years.
Twenty years ago, I’d made a very casual and distant acquaintance with Tim at church. I didn’t approach him to speak ever, nor do I recall him approaching me. Ever. We did talk to each other when we acted as judges for the married couples’ games after the church’s Valentine’s dinner. We were the only non-couple adults in attendance. And while it was fun {when I wasn’t being intimidated by his brother}, it wasn’t the beginnings of any romance. And I knew better than to hope.
I had no hopes of a relationship with Tim for reasons I’ll not detail ~ except to say I knew he’d heard discouraging things from another man I’d previously dated. Being the only single woman in a small church with three bachelor members… I had no reason to think any of them were my Mr. Right.
I remember towards the end of the February, praying again that God would continue to work in my heart and life to make me worthy to be the wife of some godly man somewhere. And to help me to be content to wait.
And since I have no clue where he’s at, Lord, You will have to bring him into my life somehow. Please?
Something else I didn’t know was that Tim had asked our pastor’s opinion of me. And that Pastor R. had encouraged Tim to date me ~ if he was looking to get married. Tim was 27 years old and had recently completed his service to the US Navy, but he was not looking for a wife. Or so he thought.
February 29. Saturday morning, I was very surprised to find Tim on the phone. Calling me. For a date. Tonight. {I remember thinking, If you make me wait a whole week until next Saturday, I’ll go crazy! ha ha So much for praying for patience.}
So it was that Tim took me out to dinner on Saturday, February 29, 1992, to a great Italian restaurant in Madison near the UW campus ~ Lombardino’s. On the wall it said, “A meal without wine is like a man without a wife.” I didn’t point it out to Tim.
We had a great time {Tim seemed to agree} talking, talking, talking. We sat in his car for a long time still talking. Which he concluded by telling me he wasn’t looking to get married. He was thinking about joining a singles’ group at another church, hoping I’d come with him to some of their activities. If I saw something I wanted to do together, I should let him know.
We met again for a political meeting, saw each other at church. His dad passed away in April, so I attended the funeral with another woman from our church. We signed up for a singles’ retreat at a camp where the director asked us to consider the difference between dating and courting. hmmm? We were still operating at the friendship level it seemed. At some point he began to offer me ride if he saw me walking home from church. Which of course provided more opportunity for conversation.
In May we went out for pizza a couple times and attended an evangelistic meeting at another church. He still gave me rides home from church with good conversations.
In June I went home to Iowa for a couple weeks. Tim called once to check on me. I told my folks I’d found a “keeper.”
In July we shifted gears. We were out with friends July 3rd most of the night. Then Tim took me to the church picnic on the 4th. Our first public appearance at a church function together. Which lasted through the evening’s fireworks at the park. Sunday we had dinner with friends newly aware of our relationship. Out for dinner, protests at an abortion clinic, Sunday afternoon walks, dinner at my apartment with friends, popcorn on my porch, and more.
{by the way, we never did find that singles’ group}
October ~ Learning teamwork: baking a chocolate cake … without a recipe.
After agreeing to accompany me home to Iowa for another visit in August, Tim decided I should meet more of his family. July 31 he took a flying leap down a stairway followed by a refrigerator. That night I met his mom and sisters before we went bowling. August 4th found us at Great America with the teens from church. Riding roller coasters. Sharing lunch. Making wedding plans. While we stood in line for a ride, Tim said, “What would your parents think if I met them one weekend and we got married the next?” {“Be always sure you’re right, then go ahead,” says Davy Crockett ~ but we didn’t elope.} The next day we went shopping for rings. Marianne and I found for a dress for me and cloth for bridesmaids another day. We met with Pastor W. for our first pre-marital counsel. And soon we went home to Iowa. After lunch Tim asked my folks for permission to marry me….
{insert picture of us with Marianne & David and Stacy & Matt in Iowa ~ Why oh why can’t I find it??}
Six months after Leap Year Day ~ Saturday, August 29, 1992 ~ Tim again took me to Lombardino’s in Madison. And said, “Do I have to ask you again?”
Another fast three months {and lots of ice cream at Marianne & David’s house}… and it was November 27 when we said our vows:
…until death parts us,
or until our Lord Jesus Christ comes again.
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Happy Leap Year Day!
And how long has it been since you told him why?
Courtney at Women Living Well has another post in the 25 Day Praise Plan ~ this time it’s about forgiveness and ten ideas for communicating love to your husband.
Courtney’s story about reconciling after a fight with her husband reminds me of a story Jen Igarashi wrote… The Hag, the Ogre, and the Chocolate Cake.
Go on, read it now, I’ll wait.
It can’t just be me since Jen wrote that… but I can so relate to being a Hag more often than I’d like to remember. I am thankful that God is still working on me, to make me more like Jesus Christ… meek and humble and kind. Isn’t that amazing?!
Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.
Philippians 2:2-3
Once Leota's garden was a place of beauty, where her flowers bloomed and hoped thrived. It was her refuge from the deep wounds inflicted by a devastating war, her sactuary where she knelt before a loving God and prayed for the children who couldn't understand her silent sacrifices. Now, eighty-four year old Leota Reinhardt is alone, her beloved garden in ruins. All of her efforts to reconcile with her adult children have been fruitless and she voices her despair to a loving Father, her only friend. Then God brings a wind of change through unlikely means: one, a college student who thinks he has all the answers; the other, the granddaughter Leota never hoped to know. But can the devastation wrought by keeping painful family secrets be repaired before she runs out of time?
The story of two women, centuries apart, who are joined through a tattered journal as they contend with God, husbands - and even themselves – until they fall into the arms of the one who loves them unconditionally. When Sierra discovers the handcrafted quilt and journal of her ancestor Mary Catherine Murray, she finds that their lives are amazingly similar. Though the women are separated by time and circumstance and Mary Catherine endured the hardships of life on the Oregon Trail, many of the issues and problems they face are remarkably similar. By following Mary Catherine’s example, Sierra learns to surrender to God's sovereignty and unconditional love.
Whether we realize it or not, our ideas about life, needs, marriage, romance, conflict, and everything else reveal themselves all the time in our words and deeds, inevitably reflecting our view of God. (p.20)
Your spouse was a strategic choice made by a wise and loving God. Selected by him, for you, from the beginning of the world, your spouse is an essential part of God's rescue mission for your life. (p.71)
The sides in this war are not male versus female, husband versus wife, or controller versus enabler. It is a clash of desires -- desires of the flesh against desires of the Spirit. It is trench warfare for supremacy of the human heart. (p.48)
Mercy doesn't change the need to speak the truth. It transforms our motivation from a desire to win battles to a desire to represent Christ.Quotes in italics are examples from the book, When Sinners Say "I Do," with page numbers listed. Outline is by Dr. Newman.
- Mercy Before the Fact: Practice Kindness
- Mercy When Under Attack: Do Unto Others
- Mercy After the Fact: Cover Sin
(p.82-90)
What's the best bit of advice or Scriptural admonition you might give a sweet niece at her bridal shower?