Does a date make a difference? This one did. I married Everett V. Jackson on December 28, 1968.
That seems like, and is, a lifetime from 2014. Years of adjustment, years of joint decisions, years of laughs, experiences, days and nights together. Where did it all go?
I don’t remember not being married. 46 years can do that. I do remember the longing times before marriage. Will I ever marry? Who will it be? Will he love me for being me? How will I know he’s the right one? All the questions single girls in a society like ours think about.
God knew the right plan. The right time. The right man. The right is right when He plans it.
Ev and I met in church, as it should be. If God is the center of a marriage, He should be right from the beginning. He directs a marriage’s path, as He does each individual’s.
Ev completes me, and I can honestly say I want for nothing. I know him so well, we finish each other’s conversations, even thoughts. We have so many absolutes, we don’t need to discuss much. There are givens, there are attitudes, there are opinions we haven’t adjusted in a long time. Maybe we should, but it’s comfortable, and for the most part it’s good.
Should we “date” our long-time marriage partners? Maybe. We could use some freshness, I suppose, but for the most part, we’re comfortable with the roles we’ve acquired over the years. Our smiles are for each other. Our delight in our children and grandchildren keeps us fresh as we see them acquire the experiences we painfully acquired long ago. Our biggest effort is in trying not to interfere so they can learn the lessons we have. “Wait for them to ask,” takes the place of being eternal parents.
We complete each other because we are our own persons first in our relationships with the loving Father who has truly completed us in Christ. Do we have things to learn? Yes. Do we fall short of His glory and His plan? Yes. Will we grow with each new experience we face? Yes. Will we remain each other’s? Yes. It’s all good. luvya, Honey.
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