Iʼve watched as my girlfriends and sisters found husbands who could dance with them at their weddings and drive them to church on Sunday morning.
Weʼve watched our dad fight and be taken by brain cancer, only to see life keep marching on.
Because of that, a warm, summer evening on 8/28 found us married under my parentsʼ trees in the mountains.
But in light of all the practicals, and emotionals, it was so very simple: we love each other. And we believe He is a sovereign and loving God who rules all things.
Our pastor who married us, Mark Altrogge, was with us on the day that our marriage was approved by a local judge.
I believe that marriage will not only benefit you both but our community, and hope that everyone in this city could see your love for one another.” We don’t know if that judge loved Jesus, but I think that he saw Jesus’ love that day in us.
It was a glimpse to us of the glory that God would bring forth in our marriage.
Because of Ian’s condition, the courts had to decide that it was in his best interest to be married.
Mark said that he’ll never forget the words of the judge who approved our marriage license: “You two exemplify what love is all about.
Fortunately, our hope is that weʼve also watched all of these alongside Jesus, who is our own man of sorrows, acquainted with grief (Isaiah 53:3). “Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck; write them on the tablet of your heart” (Proverbs 3:3).
We know that we have made a covenant to each other, just as Christ made to the church.
But in our 20s, we have watched our future crash with him in that white station wagon and we now live with two versions of Ian.
Weʼve watched all of our friends get married and have health.
Marrying Ian meant that I was signing on to things that I donʼt think I ever wouldʼve chosen for myself — working my whole life, having a husband who canʼt be left alone, managing his caregivers, remembering to get the oil changed, advocating for medical care, balancing checkbooks, and on.