Re-living the happiest of days

Twenty-four years ago today, this Saturday was not September 11, but Saturday, September 13, — our wedding day.  The wedding took place at Rose Drive Friends, Church, Yorba Linda, California.

It was fun being a 42 year old bride!  Living in California, I had no family near, so invited several friends to form a wedding committee.  We all enjoyed working together on arrangements.

I had always wanted to marry, but the path God prepared for me to walk required that I be single for many years.  As a girl and young woman with all the normal longings for the love of a man, and knowing that I was not to seek a husband but wait until the Lord brought one to me (should that be his will) I asked hm to help me.  And he did.  I undertook not to seek the attention of eligible Christian men deliberately.  No perfume, for example, and not much make-up.  And in order not to deepen the longing for something God had not yet given, or may not ever give, I did not read wedding catalogues or make a mental plan of what a wedding day would be like.  I therefore had lots of surprises, all good ones!  Certainly not every woman is called to do these kinds of things, but it was God’s way for me and I was sure of it.

When Carey and I met on January 19, 1986, the Lord gave us to each other.  We knew very soon that we would marry, and, in fact, Carey never made an official proposal of marriage!  Then, and these twenty-four years later, we take great joy in each others’ company.  I always describe Carey as “an Israelite in whom there is no guile.”  He is the kindest of men, and very romantic, a lover of words and of God.  I must not make him sound perfect or nobody will identify with him!  And, of course, he is not perfect. But of  all the people I have met and worked with, it is only about Carey that I have prayed,  “Lord, please make me more like him.”

(PS I have never attempted to write a blog before.  I had some pictures to show you of our wedding day, but they uploaded like giants and submerged the text. Sorry. Thank you for reading this far!)

Pam