If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you know that we’ve been heading a certain direction for quite awhile now. Maybe you have only just begun to “walk in my snowshoes” with me. If that’s you, then you need to know that there’s something happening here you’re not going to want to miss. It will be well worth your time to scroll all the way down to the bottom of my blog and read upwards from there. The order of these stories and such has been very intentional. You’ll laugh a lot, but you’ll also begin to pick up on something: The more you read, the more you will see that a picture of sorts is being painted before you–also quite intentional. (If you just can’t make the time to do that, type “Journey” into the search box and that will give you a bird’s-eye view of what I’m talking about here. It won’t do justice to getting the full experience, but you’ll get an idea of where we are at this point.) Of course, if you’ve been with me for a while–especially from the very first step taken together as we walked out that door into the unknown–I’m sure I’m telling you something that you already know!
So why tell you all that? Well, I have known for about a week now that the time has come for me to tell you “the rest of the story”. You see, I know what you’re in for and I want you to get the full picture of where we are right now on this journey together before we strike out in that direction.
So get a fire in the fireplace going, pull up a couple of comfy chairs and make sure your snowshoes are at the ready. I’ll bring mine and coffee for two and then….I’ll tell you a tale!
You ever feel like you’re so close to something BIG–something that you know God is leading you into and at the same time knowing it’s so much bigger than you currently realize–so close you can taste it, smell it, feel it? Yet nothing has physically changed (but it could at any time.) And there are things that have happened in the last few weeks that point to it, making it that much more obvious. Yet nothing has physically changed (but it could at any time)….
That’s where I am right now on this Journey north with you. The only other time I have been so sure of something involves my wife. So let me share that amazing story with you….
No One tells our story like she does! So I’ll just share my perspective on a few things. We met when I was 30 and she was 32. In an online chat room, when it was just beginning to happen (and even then we both had the common fear of only finding freaks, weirdos and perverts). We met in a Christian Singles Chat Room on the MSN website (it was only my second time in the chat room and I haven’t been back to it since). We “met” on Sunday night, May 27th 2001 at 10pm (and chatted until 4am the next morning); we then met face-to-face on June 6th (her birthday); we were engaged July 2nd; and we married October 6th! You might think that this moved pretty fast–and it did–but when you’ve been preparing for your soulmate since you were thirteen (which we both had been) and praying for him and her every day of your adult life, you’re pretty much ready for things to “move along”. (And because it’s part of our story–and almost unheard of nowadays–I also want you to know that we both remained virgins all those years of waiting and praying. That is a priceless gift we gave each other that no one will ever be able to take away and that eternally remains with us.)
So, with that being the timeline, let’s focus in on the time leading up to and just passed the wedding. My side of the family is from Michigan, my wife’s from Ohio. So both of our Moms took care of mailing out invitations for their respective sides, with the wedding taking place in Michigan. We had waited a long time for each other, and when you do that, there are a lot of people who you want to celebrate with! So we had a LOT of people invited to our wedding. But when the day came, the church sanctuary was maybe half-filled with all the people we had invited. (Why?) And then, for the next couple of months after the wedding day, we would encounter people we knew we had invited who would ask us, “Why didn’t you invite us to your wedding?” (The plot thickens, Watson…)
It was then that we found out some rather crucial information from my Mom: She mailed out the last batch of wedding invitations around September 10. The day before 9/11. So as a result, our wedding invitations were lost in the mail and, to the best of my knowledge, they have never been seen to this day! A rather unique aspect of our story, to be sure….