the beauty of it . . .

Last night I was laying in bed, falling asleep, but allowing my mind to wander for a while. My mind wandered to one of my favorite topics - my husband. : ) I laughed to myself as I remembered just over a year ago telling God that "me getting married was going to be impossible."

I reasoned that I was way too opinionated. About pretty much everything.

Theology, politics, gun rights, church leadership, debt, child training, the roles in marriage, women in the work force, observing the Sabbath, relationships, education, music, dress, drinking . . .

And not a single one of those were "small" issues or ones that I felt as though I could change on. I was convinced that the only man on earth that held to a similar world view was my brother and that I would either be forced to compromise or end up an old maid.

I was laughing at myself and felt rather humbled last night as I tried to come up with one issue that Luke and I disagree on. (Other than the classic "does wheat flour belong in cookies??" argument). :) My God is amazing . . . doing whatever He desires in spite of us.

Being married to my hero is so beautiful