Jesus, thank You that last year we celebrated 50 years of marriage with family and friends, cake, flowers and fun! This year, though, we toasted our 51st with Tylenol and kissed between coughs — um, fun? But OMG, thank You that for more than half a century (!!), You have given us each other to love.
O Lord, thank You for the nearly five decades You have given us since he, a freshman medical student between semesters, and me, his unemployed bride, said, “I do.” Sometimes wedded bliss. Sometimes wedded stress.
But always, OMG, together in You.
Father, when this group of old friends gathered for our annual Christmas luncheon, we felt ancient.
Maybe because I gifted each–including me!–with a lighted magnifying glass?
But OMG, even decades of friendship can’t compare with our someday forever party with You!
O Lord, You recall that when we got married, Steve was a freshman medical student. I didn’t have a job. We hadn’t seen each other in five months. Father, You could have had us committed. (Our parents thought about it.)
Instead, OMG, You have walked with us, every step, for 48 years. Thank You that our crazy love grows crazier — and better — every year.
