I looked across the table at him, Friday night, and I was overwhelmed. Stunned by the passing of time, but grateful. Because time in a marriage, is a blessed thing. In this passing of time, from 21 to 39, I have watched my husband become a great man of God. I have been honored to watch God stretch him, test him, mold him into something grand. Those lines he has around his eyes, I know when each one formed and why. The gray, peppered through his hair... I know how much he's longed for it. How many times he has asked me if he getting anymore, with great anticipation, he desires a head full of it. While I, rush to cover mine up. Not him, he's grateful for the aging. He appreciates what the Bible has to say about gray hair. He loves that it means wisdom. It means years of pouring out your heart to the Lord, in deep struggle to stay afloat. He's earned the gray, and he knows it. He feels it. There may be wrinkles forming around those pool blue eyes, and gray through his hair, but he wears them both like a badge of courage. And I am proud. Proud of my courageous husband. He's taken some very bold steps this year. He has stepped WAY out of his comfort zone. He has allowed himself to walk through God's refining fire. I only pray, I can wear my own age with such courage and conviction. He inspires me to. Everyday. Happy birthday babe! I love you!
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