Tomorrow my gorgeous hubby and I celebrate 20 years of marriage, which means I’ll have been married for half my life! We’ve been blessed to “grow up” together and plan and dream what we could do in our lives.
I was 13 when I first prayed to God for an amazing guy to marry. One who would love God and love music. One who would be caring, kind and full of integrity. Within 3 months I met Peter and he far exceeded anything I could have imagined!
I straight away wondered who this incredible guy was. He loved God with his whole being and music came in as a close second! A year later we started going out and waited out the time until we were old enough to marry. Six years felt like forever when you’re a teenager, but on September 20th 1997 our dream became reality!
We learnt a lot that first year and there were moments that were definitely “challenging.” But through those times we grew closer together and learnt to appreciate each other more. We learnt how to put one another first and give grace when grace was needed.
We’ve been blessed beyond measure with our three kids. The years are flying by and I am forever wanting to hit the pause button, to hold onto precious moments in time. Family life is amazing, who knew life could be so fulfilling?
So, we will celebrate 20 years since we said ‘I do.’ I’m forever grateful that God brought us together and has allowed us to live lives where we can love on others. But I know that I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing today if I didn’t have Pete in my life. He taught me as a 14 year old not to argue when he told me I was beautiful. He taught me that I could speak in front of others… that I didn’t need to live my life being shy. He taught me not to worry about every little thing… that most things I fretted over would never happen anyway. He taught me what selfless love is… how to say the words “I’m sorry”. He taught me how to honour and believe the best in people… even if they’ve hurt you in the past. He taught me how to fearlessly trust in God… even when the bank balance looked bleak. He’s taught me so many things… too many to list. And I am so very grateful for all of it.
We’ve had an incredible 20 years – in some ways it’s been a very normal life, living in the same house for the past 15 years and ministering in the same church for the last 19 (and we plan to continue these things for many many more years to come!). Yet, in other ways it’s been an incredible journey, full of highs and lows and laughter and tears. Through it all though, we’ve done it together and held hands as we’ve jumped into the unknown. My hair get greyer by the day… but it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things!
As health problems rear their ugly head, we’ve held on tight and prayed… and trusted that there is One who is holding us who is greater than all of the tests and diagnosis. In the past 6 weeks, as I’ve again gone through more MRIs and Echocardiograms, I’ve again been grateful for Peters steadfastness… and ability to find funny sides on all occasions. He hugs me and reminds me not to “get on that bus yet” when my mind gets carried away with concerns and worries.
Today we’re off to Queenstown to celebrate… another thing that is only happening because Pete had faith that we could! Time out by ourselves will be amazing. Don’t get me wrong… we’ll be reminded again by how different we are… as I drag him to Puzzlingworld! But we’ll laugh and we’ll relax. We’ll drink coffee (decaf thanks! ;-)) and take time to be thankful. Because we’ve walked through challenges and come out stronger. And more in love. And my heart is full, because we’re together in this journey of life. Thank you God for each passing year…