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I was blessed to go to an anniversary party, a renewal of vows, a bright spot at the end of a somewhat dark week, a celebration of love. They’ve been married for as long as I’ve been alive, how amazing is that? Love really does conquer all.

I appreciate the survivors, the encouragement they provide, but most of all I am grateful that God gave us marriage, this coming together of two souls that when danced well gives us a peek into the kingdom of heaven. It is no accident that Jesus Christ speaks to us of His own relationship with the church as a marriage, us the bride, Him the bridegroom. What is a marriage? It’s a covenant, it’s a promise, it’s a leap of faith. It is “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

I was encouraged too, delighted to be able to visit and to laugh with some of the women whose husbands were away or recovering, or simply not as excited about social events as some of us are. My husband is like that, he is reserved, less inclined to attend such things. Bless his heart however, when the rubber has hit the road, he has suffered through gallantly for me, an even sweeter gift because I am aware of the cost, of the sacrifice he has had to make.

It’s probably no secret that I am a sucker for a good love story, the authentic kind, the fairy tales that are often messy and rough around the edges, but real and filled with Truth. Much of that is because love and faith are so tightly entwined. The bible is such a love story between God and His people, perhaps the greatest love story ever told, and knowing Jesus Christ is not unlike falling in love over and over again. It’s no accident that the language of love is often encased in a heavenly language, reflecting a glimpse into something we cannot quite see, something we know and sense, but far away and over the rainbow…..

Ahh, sometimes you just have to close your eyes and feel the music…