We don’t have a “song,” as common as that was in our day. No remembered glances across the room as the band played on. Music played no part in our courtship whatsoever. But we do have a story. Continue reading that’s our song
Cooking is something my dad taught me to do, and I enjoy it. It doesn’t seem helpful to divide our tasks into a list of things men or women do or don’t do because of their gender. Except for changing diapers, of course. Continue reading in praise of (ironed) shirts
An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
Proverbs 31:10-11 ESV
Todd claims his wife told him women were like a fine wine, while men are like fresh produce. As they age, women get better and men get soft and lumpy.
I’m unwilling to accept this. The part about the men, that is. I’m not lumpy yet.
But before you scold me, she doesn’t have any hang-ups about my revealing her age. In a couple of years I will go kicking and screaming into my seventh decade. But Katie accepts aging with calm serenity. And her matter-of-fact approach to the stages of our lives is a much-needed antidote to my growing list of unfulfilled dreams.
But enough about me. Let me tell you about this remarkable woman, who in the 40+ years I’ve known her has been a channel of God’s grace in my life, and in whom, as Proverbs says, I can safely trust. Continue reading “so here’s to Katie”
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth. Hush, hush, my doubts! death is but a narrow stream, and thou shalt soon have forded it. Time, how short—eternity, how long! Death, how brief—immortality, how endless! Methinks I even now eat of Eshcol’s clusters, and sip of the well which is within the gate. The road is so, so short! I shall soon be there.
—Charles Spurgeon, morning thought, January 29.