When I was little, I lived down the street from a nice family. (Some of you know where this is going.)
When we moved to the neighborhood, they welcomed us and invited us to their church.
Their daughter showed my sister around school, and they eventually became best friends.
Their son, though several years older than me, was cute and had a cool car.
When I graduated from high school, the nice family gave me a set of bath towels to take off to college with me.
I didn’t know that I’d eventually marry that cute guy with the cool car, or that our wedding would be in the church his family brought us to. I didn’t know that the nice family down the street would become my family, or that my daughter – their granddaughter – would use those same bath towels for her nightly baths.
I think it’s a good story, but I’m a little bit biased.
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Aww, so sweet!!
I just read about the accident from that blog I wrote about. It's so heartbreaking. Like Steven Curtis Chapman's little girl. Part of me wishes I never found that sad blog because I've been grieving over that little boy ever since I read his mommy's letters. It's almost as if I'm grieving over my own daughter. It doesn't help that she's out of sorts lately. My paranoid brain tells me maybe she has some awful disease and she won't be with me much longer. I've done that de vez and cuando since she was born. Dave knows me. He told me I shouldn't be reading that blog because he knows how I am and how I worry. Sort of like how facebook affects you--death and dying affects me. When things like Katrina and the earth quake in Haiti happen, I sort of shut off and ignore them because I'm either going to grieve about it or I'm going to ignore it and feel fine.
What a great story! Love it! Thanks so much for coming by my blog! I love it when I find other Christians on here! I will enjoy keeping up with you! Glad our paths crossed! :)
I just read your story below of when you shared in church. I didn't get to go to your testimony yet, but I was so touched by your story and authenticity. I love that. I have struggled w/ some things that I felt were weaknesses (it sort of dove into that when I initially started blogging ) - fear, insecurity, anxiety - even some co-dependent traits I had. But you are right...there is a lot of freedom that comes when you share and others accept you. Thank you so much for sharing that. God really spoke to me through that! Which is what I hope He will do more through my blog and reading others' blogs! To me, that is what it is all about! I'll be around again!
It all was truly preordained. What else could be said? And I couldn't be happier.
Well, I just HAVE to add a footnote to your 20 January "When We Were Little" entry.
Readers have to understand that fathers of multiple daughters (such as yours truly) sometimes have thoughts that wouldn't necessarily occur to anyone else. Years ago, when we first stepped into the sanctuary of the church to which we had been invited by that nice family down the street, one of my very first thoughts as I looked around was, "Hmm. This would be a very nice place to have a wedding." No kidding. Little did I suspect that many years later one of my daughters would marry the son of that same nice family down the street. . .and in that same sanctuary! As Weezer said, this was preordained, and it is all good.
It's Beautiful the way life comes together isn't it?
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