We were just babies really, young and in love. He was 18 and I was 19 and all we wanted was to be together, be married, be each other’s one and only…till death do us part. Some (most?) thought us too young and not mature enough to handle the responsibilities of a wedded union. After all, we were young, immature, and pretty much broke.
We didn’t care – we loved each other and we wanted the world to know it.
We ditched the typical five-year plan, threw caution to the wind with peace in our hearts, and got married on a hot, summer day. Around 300 friends and family came to witness us two youngsters confess our love for each other.
Up until that moment, I had never felt more privileged than I did when I was finally able to call him my husband and to be able to call myself his wife…and, by God’s grace, that is a title I’m still all too happy to own.
Like many Christian married couples, our years of matrimony have been filled with constant pruning, watering, and feeding by the Lord (that pruning hurt the worst!).
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Published on August 03, 2016 19:02