An emerald cut, platinum solitaire.
It was my 21st birthday.
Thad proposed in true Thad-fashion and prayed before popping the question.
I said yes, of course and we moved into wedding planning.
He would graduate in May and I would graduate a year and half later and we settled on a date: February 26, 2000.
The year following our engagement was a tough one. He was a youth pastor and he needed to set some boundaries and I was the girl who just didn’t want to date for another 16 months.
I picked up extra hours at my job and we went from dating to doing ministry together and sharing meals together.
And before my very eyes, we slowly faded into being good friends, as he began to date the ministry.
To be honest with you, by the time we got married, his heart belonged to the ministry.
As I fold his shirts and my underwear and stuff them into suitcases, I am reminded of the grace shown to us-me and Thad, and really our kids,too.
We are headed out of town, just the two of us.
The kids are with the grandparents and we are off to Harrisburg, VA for a church planting conference.
It’s my birthday.
Thad will pray for us today, just like he did 14 years ago.
We will do ministry together and rear these kids together and continue to make a life together.
And we’ll keep wearing grace like a robe…
Because ministry always keeps clamoring to be first.