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.
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.