I wasn’t there. But had it not happened, I would not be here!
Today, seventy years ago, my parents were joined in matrimony. I wanted to write something in their honor but I feel like I’ve been hit with a freight train. I woke up sick this morning. All my energy is drained. At least I want to put their picture here.
It’s such an honor to have been born into their home and have had a Christian upbringing. I feel especially honored these days when it’s getting so “popular” or “accepted” for kids to grow up with two mommies or two daddies. That is not how God has planned it. It’s a distortion of what He has ordained as a family.
Here they are, on that memorable day. Mom has been gone since 2011. Dad is still with us.
Psalm 127 Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. (ESV)
Dad has his quiver full. He has 5 children, 19 grandchildren, and 29 or 30 great-grandchildren. And it all started 70 years ago, today!