Twenty-five years ago today, I took Kim to be my bride. In God’s providence, we were not given twenty-five years together, for He took her a year ago this April to be with Him. Several of my friends regularly post remembrances of their spouses who have preceded them to glory. I have chosen not to do that so much, not because I feel it is wrong, but out of a personal need to ensconce myself in what is and what will be, instead of what was. But today, I will choose to remember. Our lives were not always smooth together, because of both of our sinfulness and circumstances that often buffeted us. We were both quite extraordinarily talented sinners. However, there was never one moment in our lives together where our love or commitment to each other was in question. That was always a rock that never moved. It never, ever moved. She was my greatest fan, and I was hers. Over the last sixteen months, I have had countless expressions of sympathy and sadness for my perceived lot in life. While I understand why they feel this way, I don’t see it the same way. For I look at the six beautiful children that Kim blessed me with, who daily reflect in their lives the way that she selflessly poured out her life for them. When I see that, my only conclusion is that I was, and continue to be, a very blessed man. And it is with that conclusion in mind that I can move forward, looking not as much to the past as to the future, with great hope and expectation. But today, I will choose to remember.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 10:44:03 +0000
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