My parents would have been married 73 years today. I can’t help but think about those 61 years of their lives together, raising children, building lives on a strong Foundation known as the Rock.
What would Mom say about it all? “Not Perfect,” which I always found consoling because my own track record with marriage was rockier.
“Not Perfect.” They were human just like the rest of us, but anyone who knew them would say there was something pretty special about them.
At the center of their imperfect lives was a perfect God who they rejoiced with, praised, got angry with, trusted, and I’m sure doubted at times but I can’t be certain about that, loved, and never stopped growing in their relationships with.
Even in the most dry land of sickness and grief, the psalm of David when he was in the Desert of Judah stands out to me as a picture of their own hearts.
You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you. Ps 63:1-3
So, Happy (would be) Anniversary, Mom and Dad, Bill and Dee! We’re thinking about you on this morning of your wedding day in 1950, rejoicing and praising, trusting and loving, remembering all that was good and beautiful because anything else has long faded and disappeared. We’re living on “the Rock from which you were cut and the quarry from which you were hewn.” Isaiah 51: 1.