50 Years

I love my family. As I get older, I realize how much of a blessing my family is to me. This past weekend, my Mammaw and Pa-T celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. 50 years together. WOW. My Grandmother and Granddaddy celebrated their 50th anniversary last July; that makes two sets of grandparents who have made it work for 50 years. They have both been wonderful examples of love, sacrifice, service, and dedication to me. Since I've been engaged, I've started to pay special attention to the way husbands and wives act toward each other. All of my grandparents have given me reason to know that I can have not just an average life with Michael, but one that is beyond ordinary, beyond imagination, one that is stronger than a lifetime. For Mammaw and Pa-T's anniversary, we had a professional photographer take family portraits of us with my Pa-T's 1957 Chevy Bel Air. This is the same car that he and Mammaw drove to their honeymoon and brought home my mother from the hospital. This is the same car in which exactly 50 years later, my Pa-T will chauffeur Michael and me from the church to the reception on our own wedding day. How could he have guessed when he drove away with Mammaw to begin their honeymoon that he would be driving his granddaughter and her new husband on their wedding day 50 years from then.

The Lord truly does orchestrate our lives to form a symphony that is beautiful, harmonic, mysterious, inspiring, and powerful. Each morning His mercies are made new; His compassions fail not; great is His faithfulness. I will sing of His glory, of which my soul knows right well.