(This post talks about marriage. But I promise it applies to you non-married people. Hang in there with me.)
On Sunday, I will have been married for twelve years. Twelve!
That’s a long time, but it doesn’t feel like a long time at all. In my mind, I’m still only a hop, skip, and a jump away from the college years where I first met a handsome, compelling atheist with piercing green eyes and a dry sense of humor.
As much as I liked him even then, I didn’t imagine that I’d be sitting in our living room almost twelve years later writing a blog post about our marriage. I didn’t imagine that he’d be the loving and godly man to whom I would commit my heart and life. I didn’t expect we’d marry or ever even date at all – we were too different, spiritually, for me to allow…
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