I laid in bed Wednesday night my brain slowly drifting towards dream land. Literally giddy over that fact that Shawn and I would celebrate ten years of marriage the next day. I kicked my feet like a child exuberant over a trip to Disneyland.
I recalled that this was probably similar to what I felt like ten years ago in a hotel room sleeping with my two best girlfriends anticipating the next day.
And as I laid there my brain getting heavier with sleep, my thoughts cried out in thankfulness to God. I know we wouldn’t be where we are at if it weren’t for His grace.
Grace to forgive and to apologize. Grace to make allowances for each others faults, and even grace for our own faults.
We don’t have a perfect marriage, far from it; but it’s a beautiful marriage.
It is one that we daily try to plant grace, and allow it to be fruitful.
When we got married I only saw the lifetime. I never considered the years that make up the in between – the ten, the three, the 28. I only saw spending the rest of my life with him. As we look through the telescope at another ten years and onto 30 more, we will only arrive at that place with grace wrapped around our wrists leading us forward.