Thirty years ago today, I locked my keys in my running Toyota Tercel. I was cold and in a hurry to brush off the windshield, racing to a wedding. Ours. Pre-cell phone, of course. (To the child who will resonate with this story . . . sorry, it’s genetic 😉
I made it. (On time to our wedding, I mean.) We still shake our heads when we think back to the year we met and married, all during 1989. By our first Thanksgiving, and Christmas together, we were already sending out thank you notes. Even more surprising to me was digging out photos today to realize the verses we chose for the day.
Colossians 3:12-17 and John 15:9-12. These words have come to mean more in recent years than I could have imagined thirty years ago. Abide in my love. Clothe yourselves with compassion and patience . . . Bear with one another . . . let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts . . . and be thankful. Layers of meaning that deepen over time.
No couple can see thirty years into the future. What a gift it likely is, that we cannot. Experiences that were more than either of us could imagine, seasons we would never have chosen. Still, gifts await, riches unfold, carefully chosen words come to mean far more than newlyweds understand. And, through it all, we hold the gift of someone with whom to be thankful, to bear with one another, to find Christ’s peace in the midst.
And if you still buy each other similar cards, bonus!