I realize blogs sometimes get a little cheesy when they become obsessed with sharing personal information very few people give a rip about outside the closest friends of the blog’s host. I also realize I am one who falls victim of that too. But after all it is my blog lol.
So in the spirit of the above I want to say just a few words about my wonderful bride of 25 years on tomorrow. Michelle Elizabeth Stidham stepped into my life in August of 1979. The moment I saw her big brown eyes I told a friend next to me, “I have to get to know her.” And boy did I!
Our first date was September 29, 1979. An Amy Grant concert at our school, Samford U. The next week we went to the State Fair and I won her a big Winnie the Pooh. Just after that I went to Six Flags and with the first quarter I flipped at a game there I won a ginormous Pink Panther we named Fred.
Michelle and I are opposites in personality. We are alike in conviction. God has blessed us beyond measure, from the days of endless Cream of Chicken Soup when we were dirt poor in seminary, to the wonderful little churches God let us serve, to her determination to pray without ceasing when Josh was born and we were told he would not live (he did) and if he did that he would not be normal (he is–except that he is the son of his father). She has graciously followed as I yanked her from state to state–Alabama to Texas, to Indiana, back to Texas, and many moves within those treks, and finally (so far) to NC.
So today I thank God for Michelle. We are about to go drive around looking at the fall leaves, something that has convinced Josh and Hannah we are sad, middle aged duffers, but something we enjoy.
God is good. We have both had more than our share of physical problems, of dealing with change, and have enjoyed times of poverty and times of abundance. But in all God has been glorious!