More than Ordinary

(Most of our married life Steve has written me poetry on either my birthday or our anniversary. This piece was for our anniversary in December.)


"Ordinary....how dull, why isn't your relationship
extraordinary, exhilarating, memorable? some might say,
What is more extraordinary
 than joy that grows,
 happiness that increases,
 appreciation for one another that comes to greater flower?
 Isn't there a blessedness of knowing the same person well?
 Isn't it memorable to have shared
  births and deaths,
  copious tears and ringing laughter,
  times of plenty and penury,
  meals of the richest fare and Sunday evening snacks,
  stifling heat and the cold of winter,
  lumpy beds and Miss Mockett's broken chairs,
  huddling close for warmth,
  drinking tea laden with sympathy,
   new and old traditions and unexpected adventures,
   London,
   Bermuda,
   Mbale,
   Corolla,
   leaning on and into one another,
   finding our way in strange places,
   lost but not alone,
   afraid but never, never, never
   fearing one another?
What can be more extraordinary than  becoming one flesh
  as we each see in the other a life lived by grace alone?
Ordinary? Hardly.

Thanks be to God for His kindness to us.

Steve on our 43rd anniversary





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