**June 4th 2015 I will celebrate 10 years of marriage with my wonderful husband, and I’m excited to share our story here over the next 12 months (I love our story!). Each month I’ll share another post leading up to the big 10th anniversary! I’m calling it “10 in 12,” 10 years of marriage celebrated in the next 12 months! 🙂 **
(Go here to read the first part of our story!)
I’m seeing a theme here in my posts. A theme of not getting the months post posted until the first day of the next month! Oh well! Thanks for reading along anyway! 🙂
On to the next segment of the story…
The summer in Santa Cruz had been amazing! I grew in my walk with the Lord so much and I was stretched in my faith in many different ways. We had many evangelism opportunities and seeing the Lord open up doors for conversations during the summer was confirming that we are made for declaring the glory of God! I made amazing friendships and I grew in my understanding of what really living in community with other believers was like. And, I grew in trusting the Lord with my future and my heart, as part of it was about to feel as if it was being ripped away.
The day had finally arrived where we were to say goodbye to the place we had lived for the summer. It was time to say goodbye to friends we had made, who were really more like family at that point. And, it was time for me to say goodbye to Blake.
Y’all, it was hard. It was AWFUL!
I held it together pretty well while we were saying goodbye, but as soon as his car pulled out and he drove away the flood gates opened! The person that I cared for so much was no longer going to be in the same place as me. The person who I could sit with, neither of us say anything at all, and still be so content and comfortable with wasn’t going to be able to sit with me anymore! The person who challenged me in his sacrifice and service to others was no longer going to be living life with me! I really felt like a little piece of me had died. Dramatic, I know, but it’s how I felt. It was just a little glimpse that he and I were not meant to be apart.
We both made it home safely and began our long distance relationship. Where face to face time had made up our time getting to know one another, now voice to voice over the phone was our main means of connecting. As the days went on I began thinking more and more about what it meant to really love someone. I remember having a conversation with my mom in the kitchen one night asking her opinion of how you know when you really love someone (meaning, how do I know if Blake is “the one?”). I just new he was different. I knew that everything about our relationship and connection was just different. And the nervousness that had once been present thinking of him was replaced with feelings of peace. It just felt right.
Little did I know that I was about to encounter something that would shake my “feelings” in our relationship. I was about to have some practice in choosing to be with someone in spite of how I felt.
More to come soon…