"Though you are little..."

"Though you are little..."

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
Though you are little among the thousands of Judah,
Yet out of you shall come forth to Me
The One to be Ruler in Israel,
Whose goings forth are from of old,
From everlasting.” ~ Micah 5:2

There's something that I love about this verse.  It is a very simple verse with a lot of depth.  It announces the coming of our Savior, but that isn't what calls out to me exactly.  "Though you are little..."  It reminds me of God's selection of David to replace Saul as King.  "...The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them."  (1 Samuel 16:7).  It resounds in me because I am little - little in stature, little in position...  I don't have much to offer people that they actually want, but still God can bring something forth out of me.  Amazing!

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

I didn't even realize this blog was still here, intact.  I'm thrilled that it is.  I want to move back to this space, but that will take a little bit of doing.  I miss the community that blogspot has to offer.  The loss of the community here was not something I expected to lose when I moved to a stand alone blog.
It's September with October right around the corner.  Late September always makes me feel nostalgic, at least for the last decade (and a little more).  I love to think back to what God was orchestrating in my life back in 2004.  Newly divorced, I had just ended my first relationship.  And I was fasting from the internet, spending great time in prayer about where God was leading me and asking Him to give me wisdom and clarity, prayer for the man I hadn't yet met but knew would be my forever husband.  My true love, my soul mate, my very best friend.

And for most of that month there was an email waiting for me.  Unread.  Unanticipated.  Uncertain.

And it was him.  The one whose life would join with mine.  The one who would become the father of my fatherless children.  The one who would hold me as I wept over our dead babies.  The one who would make me laugh in the darkest deepest heart ache.

Twelve years.  No regrets.  I am even more enamored with him than when we first met, even more excited for our future...  even more scared that there will never be enough days to love him.  But love him I do.  The ebb and flow of love in a healthy marriage has become one of my favorite things;  for when the feelings are low and life is mundane, I know that those days of butterflies and flip flopping heart are around the corner.  And I appreciate and enjoy those days so immensely much.

Twelve years.  Blended family.  Teenagers.  Dead babies.  Nursing babes, co-sleeping, toddlers, preschoolers homeschooling... Long days away from each other.  Severe health issues.  And he still makes my heart skip a beat.  He was something when I met him, but the man he has grown into through our years of marriage sometimes takes my breath away.  For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

Thank You, God.  Thank You, thank You, thank You for healing my broken road and giving me a lover and a friend that I enjoy sharing life with.  Bless him and keep him safe.