I heard the chip… chip… chip… this morning when I went out to feed our animals. I couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. Up in this tree. No. Up in that tree. Wait. Maybe it was that one. Then, this afternoon I looked out my front window. And there in the yard were at least 50 snowbirds. They’re also called a dark-eyed Junco, but I like snowbird better. I think winter is on it’s way.
This Friday, a sweet young couple we know is getting married. Yesterday they were baptized together. They were each baptized before, but wanted to be baptized as adults to show their commitment to each other and to God as they begin their lives together. What a beautiful illustration of love. I can’t tell you how blessed us “old married folks” have been by them. Every time we see the soon-to-be-husband he tells us how many more days until they are married. I’ll say that again. Every time we see the soon-to-be-HUSBAND he tells us how many more days until they are married. Usually we see the bride counting down the days, and she is, but it is so beautiful to see a man who is anxious to claim his bride.
I saw this video, what a beautiful song. We are dancing in the minefields. It made me think of my own wedding day so many years ago. No, it’s not easy, but the promise is there for us to claim.
Just a few minutes ago I called my husband to see how he’s doing at work and let him know I’m thinking of him (it will be a rough week for him this week). He told me of a friend whose wife left him yesterday. She took his children and left. She called him this morning and told him she wanted to talk to him. As far as I know, they are not believers, but please pray for them. They are truly in the minefields. I hope and pray they’ll dance again.