Twenty-five years ago tonight, I thought I had met the love of my life. We dated, I moved 1000 miles away from everything I’d ever known to join his ‘Brady Bunch’ family, and we married exactly 13 months later. Twenty-five years ago tonight.
I was twenty-one years old; he turned twenty-four that very night. What did we know about love? What did we know about forever?
It’s funny how wise you become later in life. I wonder, though, do you become wise simply with age, or from the sum total of your experiences?
I was thinking all day, if I knew then what I know now, would I have made a different choice? Thankfully I believe fully that nothing happens by accident. No matter how negative things seem to end up, the purpose for their existence far exceeds our understanding. Praise Jesus!
Without this day, twenty-five years ago, I would not have my three incredible children who give me purpose each day.
Without this day, I would never have learned my worth, because I never would have questioned my value.
Without this day, I would never have found myself, because I never would have realized I was lost.
Without this day, I would never have picked myself up, because I never would have recognized I was under someone’s heel.
Without this day, I would never have been free to find real happiness, because I never knew how truly unhappy we were.
Thank God for this day.