Friday, October 27, 2006
Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day Dh asked me to marry him. Recently a newly married friend commented to me that she couldn't imagine how in love Dh & I must be, considering the way that she was falling more deeply in love with her husband every day. My response? You're absolutely right. You cannot imagine.
We snuggled our warm bodies close under our soft blankets, hands clasped, faces close together and spoke our memories of that night ten years ago...and the events that came before and after...clay forms and market square, Mississippi, the Mary Chapin Carpenter concert, the full moon and a truck full of roses, Uncommon Grounds, walks in hills, Sleeping Beauty in the attic bedroom, first kiss... We hardly knew each other. I laugh and call us children. Carried by a passion we could hardly understand, upheld in the Unseen Hand called Love. Life is deep and wide, intense.
That great Unseen Hand scooped us up. The mighty angels of heaven stood gaurd to protect this blessed union, the force unleashed by two children of God becoming one and pledging to stand together in the middle of God's plan. I like to think of the angels presiding over our wedding, the many invisible eyes and ears bearing witness.
"Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of his house for love,
it would be utterly scorned." ~ Song of Solomon 8:6-7
And here we are, ten years after we first spoke our love to each other, hardly recognizing our former selves...yet recognizing in each other the same blazing fire, the same mighty flame. We stand together, united, strong, passionate...leading vibrant lives of service to the Almighty and to each other.
I could hardly have composed a statement of such strength when our lives together began, yet I felt it then. The power was there, though the knowledge was not. And still we walk somewhat blindly, unsure where we are going next, awaiting the next word from the one who is continually creating and calling us into being. We thought we knew then what love is. The amazing and wonderful truth is that the more we discover, the more we realize just how little we know. And yet it is this Love that holds us, and we can be content knowing that it is far bigger than we could ever imagine.