The way it came down is not pretty nor is it recommended. There was genuine heartbreak and devastation. There was resistance . . . but it was . . . futile.
There was love, rebellion, and passion.
There was no Jesus.
Thirty-seven years later, there is a thirty-second wedding anniversary with real love, real loss, real gain, but even more important, there is the real Jesus who waited, loved, healed, forgave and forgave, and bathed this couple in His mercy.
Weβre flawed and always learning. Weβve traveled down so many roads together. Stumbling. Falling. Getting up to try again. And still we persevere. Love is strong. Jesus is our inspiration.
Real.
Michael, I love you. Forever. Happy Anniversary.
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