I meant to write this post earlier, but I'm glad I didn't. If I had, I would've felt like I didn't have anything to write about today, which isn't true.
Today is my parents' thirty-fourth anniversary. Mom have Dad a resized copy of a photo they took on their wedding day. Dad wants to keep it on the dining room table. I'm sure what he got for her; I just know they went out earlier this anniversary to pick it out. I just got my gift for them, and I hope they enjoy it.
This was actually the second marriage-related item of the day. Today, I went to but a new dress shirt and tie for the wedding to which I've been invited next Saturday. I've already volunteered to help with set-up and breakdown since the wedding is in a bit of a rush. The date has had to be changed a few times, so we're all praying that everything will come together.
I've found myself thinking about the woman that I hope God means for me. I'd like to get married someday, but I'm not ready to be anyone's husband. Of course, there has to be someone to marry first, and I don't know that I've even met her yet. I pray for here, though, whoever she is. I wonder who she is, where she's at in life, or if she's even saved yet.
It's funny, though. Just now, I've wondered for the first time if she ever thinks about me.
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