The reverence of remembering and reflecting...

    
 Last weekend, husband and I had the honor of fellowship with husbands and wives whose marriages reflected glory.  We are a team of marriage mentors...guiding, encouraging, and inspiring those who come behind us.

We are NOT perfect in any sense but we were all perfectly planned to join together that which no one should put asunder.

Husband and I are humbled, being the least experienced, least learned, so maybe the most challenged within this circle.

So, we easily stand to gain, grow, and glean from these marvel of mentors in marriage.

As I listened and learned as each spoke in turn, I realized the art, their art...that what they have practiced all these years together in their union.

They each remembered and reflected on the reminiscent.  It was lovely...

Dave remarked he married "up" when he married Mary.

Terra reflected on Jeff''s first invitation...it happened to be on Valentines Day.  So timely...yet unplanned.

Paul and Peggy reminisced of the basketball game after vows exchanged...then chuckled together...delighted.

Rob and Betty roared in laughter as they remembered the wedding gift...burial plots.

Rich beamed in reverence as he admitted he married the Beauty...in every sense of the word.

I remembered the boy I fell weak in the knees and madly in heart...charming, chivalrous courtship.

Ahhhh...I see...

                   ...the value of reminiscing, reflecting, and remembering
                   ...wraps the years in reverence.
                      

Love letters for Valentines

When I wrote my first love letter, I was 18 years old.  I didn’t know that my first love letter would be one of many written every day for a whole year and beyond.  And that the one whom I would write several thousands of miles away would be the one whom I would marry.  I just wrote and wrote and poured out my heart on pages with words...until my heart was completely poured and completely his. 

When God created the Heavens and Earth, He spoke…with one word of his breath it came to be.  With word upon word, you can “agitat molem” move mountains…with the faith of a mustard seed.  With words you can build and encourage…

…and sadly, you can tear down.

So with every word I breathe, I have a choice to build or tear down.  What will you choose?  Will I take this Valentines Day and every day for that matter to speak words that build and encourage…I'm reminded that encourage means to bring courage.

Praying my words as wife builds and speaks courage to my husband as love letters.

"The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down." Proverbs 14:1

What I commit to do the year of the Rabbit...

          
           For the very few...and I'm sure very few... of those I know that follow my ramblings, you'll know that I seem to be very inconsistent in "blogging" and that I follow really no theme or purpose...therefore, they are all truly random ramblings but random ramblings that I care enough to record and remember.

           I started to blog because I always seemed to have a sweet story to share or funny tale of adventure usually about my four rambunctious, rowdy rugrats.  I hate name calling...I really do...but I thought that I throw in "rugrats" because in this case:
           it's one, used as a term of endearment and
           two, it fits this "alliteration".

          An alliteration is a phrase with words that start with the same sound...not necessarily the same letter, but same sound.  Just like the phrase "rambunctious, rowdy, rugrat".   And, oh I love my rugrats.

          Anyway, as I mentioned, I always had something to say or some chuckle to share with my husband in the middle of our days. One very busy afternoon, he asked me kindly and lovingly to write about it and assured me that he would take the time to read it when he got home.  I know that he's very busy at work.  He works at Intel as a project manager and can be in three different countries in one day...not necessarily physically but virtually.  He is always so polite and considerate with me but sadly, may never really count on the fact that I might take his suggestion.

But in this case, I did.

He was surprised.

And that's how I started blogging...upon my husband's suggestion.  See, husband dear, I do listen to you.

          So, being in the first weeks of the year, I've committed to blog at least once a week.  C'mon, this is a huge step for me...You see, I'm a bit cyber-shy and two, I've never been much of a writer, let alone, a blogger.  But with noble efforts to record and remember the random ramblings of my rambunctious and rowdy rugrats, I endeavor to visit here more often.  Here's to the year of the Rabbit in 2011!