My wife and I met in high school. Barbara and I sat next to each other in study hall. She was a freshman, and I was a much more mature sophomore. Or not. Well, I was a sophomore, but certainly not mature. In fact, it was before I knew the Lord. Pre-Christian. B.C. I was messed up.
So, I thought this pretty young thing who sat next to me in study hall was hot. Beautiful eyes. A coy, innocent smile. She laughed at my jokes. I was smitten.
She, on the other hand, had had a relationship with Jesus as far back as she could remember. Consequently, she wasn’t the least bit interested in me from a romantic perspective. Which, in hind sight, was a good move on her part. Actually, a really good move.
Later that year, I came into a saving relationship with Christ. He radically—in so many tangible ways—transformed my life. So, near the beginning of my junior year in high school, I asked Barb out. We began to date, and she decided I was okay. We married a year after she graduated from high school.
This summer we will celebrate 35 years of marriage. I think it just might work out.
I am more in love with her now than when we first married. She is amazing. God has done a rich and deep work in her life in so many ways—and in mine through her—, and I’m so glad she consented to marry me.
I definitely found a really good thing.