Diagnosis day, it’s here again. Some days reach the level you don’t even have to say what it is. Birthdays. Holidays. Anniversaries. But not all of those anniversaries are good things. Some of them are reminders of the world turning upside down. Realizing that nothing would ever be the same. A total change in your perspective, in your life.
To say that this past weekend was involved would be an understatement. Really, it was the entire week. It started, for me at least, on Tuesday with the Relay for Life Survivor Dinner. Wednesday, I started the Survive and Thrive program at Georgia College. Then on Friday, things really got crazy.
The day started with the Georgia College Celebration of Excellence. I hadn’t been on campus much since having to give up my job, so it was great to be able to see old friends and coworkers. But the highlight of the ceremony was getting to see my wife receive the inaugural Eve Puckett Community Service Award. Nikki worked hard to earn that honor, and it was well deserved. She’s worked with student groups, Relay for Life as a team captain, event leadership, and finally event lead, not to mention her tireless devotion to her students. But, that was just the beginning of the day.
Friday night was Relay. As soon as she smiled for the pictures following the award, Nikki had headed straight to the event site. She worked all day setting things up and making sure things went perfectly. She worked her heart out for it, and it was perfect. It was an amazing night, and she did wonderfully. It was well into Saturday morning when everything wrapped up and we made it home, but mixed with the exhaustion was a great sense of satisfaction. WordPress isn’t letting me upload photos for some reason, but I have all them posted in a Facebook album.
I am incredibly proud of Nikki. In the past year, she’s become a supervisor at work, was selected as the Relay event lead, received the award, and has been a great caretaker. She has accomplished a lot, and I look forward to what the upcoming year will bring.
When I started my journey in fresh childlike trust
I believed that the Lord’s way was best.
When my journey began, my trust was childlike, because I was a child. I asked the Lord into my heart at an alter made of the dining room chairs put in a row, in my home in the smallest of small towns (it doesn’t even have a post office). But even at a young age, I knew that I needed something that I didn’t have, and that no man could provide.
On January 5, 1991, realized that even though I was a “good kid,” I was still a sinner. I asked God to forgive me of my sins, to come into my heart, and to “cleanse me from all unrighteousness.” The journey over the last twenty-four years has not been easy. There have been times when God’s presence would have not been any stronger if I was standing in the throne room of Heaven, and there were times when the valley seemed insurmountable.
Looking back, I can see the valleys were all used to teach me more about the King I serve. I learned that just because I want something, it is not what is best for me. I learned just because someone claims to be a man of God, it does not make him infallible. I’ve learned that just because someone makes assertions based on scripture does not mean that the assertions can be accepted without verification, study, and prayer.
Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
I can honestly say I am stronger in my faith than I was at this time a year ago. The convictions I have are mine; not thrust upon me by my peers. The Christian walk really does get “sweeter as the days go by.”
Well, I recently passed the mark of one year of marriage to my lovely wife, and a bit more recently, the three year anniversary of our first date. It has been quite a ride since then. There’s nothing like coming home from the honeymoon on Wednesday and being faced with Thanksgiving and the start of the holidays the very next morning. That is a hectic reintroduction to the real world to be sure.
Our first year saw us make a trip to Tampa for the celebration of a cousin’s wedding, being able to participate in the weddings of two more dear friends, and concluded with an anniversary trip to Helen. I started a new job. We learned the intricate details of how to live life together. She ALWAYS gets the remote… It’s not me worth having to fast forward all the commercials – I do get to pick the show, if I ask nicely.
We were also able to find a place to be our church home. I started visiting on October 7, 2012. We were able to join Turner Hill Baptist Church in Lithoina on our anniversary, November 23, 2014. After 777 days of searching for where we were supposed to be, that was a welcome relief. Although, that was also tempered a bit by the fact that after we joined, they told us that they didn’t meet on the 5th Sunday of the month. Our first Sunday as members of the church we ended up visiting my parents’ church again.
So now, we look to our second year of married life. Our second holiday season. Our second Valentine’s. Our second round of birthdays. The honeymoon year may be over, but now is the excitement of life together.