It was nothing short of God event that I met and married my wife. God knew before we were born that she was to be my wife and I her husband. It took forty years before God introduced us though. Prior to our meeting I just could not make a relationship work with anyone. I made every mistake in the book. I allowed the enemy to lead me around and let him convince me to make several unhealthy choices in relationships.
My sweet wife has always lived her life seeking God first in every way. Since I had chosen the opposite path and lived by my feelings it took some forty years before I was worthy of meeting my wife. By that I mean, God allowed me take a hard look at my life and all the areas I failed to put Him first. When I began seeking Him in my decisions, guess what? He began helping me make better decisions.
The best decision I have made (second only to choosing salvation) is choosing to ask my wife to marry me. She is my best friend and best mom in the world. She is kind, compassionate, caring, and great woman of God. She has taught and continues to teach me so much about how to have God filled marriage and healthy relationship. I still make mistakes don’t get me wrong. But with love she always helps me correct my mistakes and learn from them.
I love my wife deeply. I had no idea this kind of love existed. It is a love that goes beyond the natural or physical. It is spiritual. As God intended love between a man and his wife should be.
I love you my sweet wife!! Now and forever!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Dear Dad
When I was a child I used to love spending time with my father. It didn’t really matter what we did as long as we were doing it together. My father worked hard all of his life to provide for our family. I watched as he would get up at 1:00 a.m. every morning to be at work by 3:00 a.m. He would work a full day then come home in the afternoon and try to spend a little time with my sister and me before dinner.
My dad didn’t have a cushy office job like many of my friend’s dads. No, he worked in the freight industry driving tractor trailer trucks and lifting freight all day long. He was always in very good shape from all the walking and lifting he had to do. No need to go to a gym. He got his workout in by working every day. What a concept. I have seen him out work guys half his age including me. He had great physical strength. When I turned 15 he put me to work. He would back a trailer up to a dock and my job was to unload and stack all the freight onto the dock. He would always jump in and get me started then he had to leave and do other things while I finished unloading. In the summer the heat in the back of that trailer was miserable. In the winter it was freezing. The work was hard. Bending and lifting all day long. Even as a young man it was physically challenging.
From an early age my father taught me about strong work ethic. He used the time he had in the back of that trailer to talk to me about hard work and life. He taught me that there is honor and pride in a hard day’s work. At the end of the day you should be able to go home and feel like you had accomplished something. He never focused on the amount you were paid for your work but just on the work itself. He taught me things like “always do your best”, and “finish what you start”. He taught me that God blesses those who work hard to make an honest living. Lessons that have stuck with me all my life. Lessons, I hope I pass on to my own children.
My dad, now in his early seventies, has slowed down dramatically. All that hard work has taken its toll on his physical body. The man I knew growing up, strong as an ox, is now weakened. It is hard to watch this transition. Long gone are the days he and I used to spend working together. But I will forever hold onto the memories of those hot summer days and the cold winter ones too, spent working side-by-side with my dad. I will hold onto the values and lessons he tried to teach me.
I love you Dad!
My dad didn’t have a cushy office job like many of my friend’s dads. No, he worked in the freight industry driving tractor trailer trucks and lifting freight all day long. He was always in very good shape from all the walking and lifting he had to do. No need to go to a gym. He got his workout in by working every day. What a concept. I have seen him out work guys half his age including me. He had great physical strength. When I turned 15 he put me to work. He would back a trailer up to a dock and my job was to unload and stack all the freight onto the dock. He would always jump in and get me started then he had to leave and do other things while I finished unloading. In the summer the heat in the back of that trailer was miserable. In the winter it was freezing. The work was hard. Bending and lifting all day long. Even as a young man it was physically challenging.
From an early age my father taught me about strong work ethic. He used the time he had in the back of that trailer to talk to me about hard work and life. He taught me that there is honor and pride in a hard day’s work. At the end of the day you should be able to go home and feel like you had accomplished something. He never focused on the amount you were paid for your work but just on the work itself. He taught me things like “always do your best”, and “finish what you start”. He taught me that God blesses those who work hard to make an honest living. Lessons that have stuck with me all my life. Lessons, I hope I pass on to my own children.
My dad, now in his early seventies, has slowed down dramatically. All that hard work has taken its toll on his physical body. The man I knew growing up, strong as an ox, is now weakened. It is hard to watch this transition. Long gone are the days he and I used to spend working together. But I will forever hold onto the memories of those hot summer days and the cold winter ones too, spent working side-by-side with my dad. I will hold onto the values and lessons he tried to teach me.
I love you Dad!
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