“And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.”
How quickly time seems to pass is a common topic of conversation, and it’s more common among those of us who have celebrated a number of birthdays. Do you find yourself reflecting back and asking; how did I get here so fast? Time is a possession we cannot keep, control, speed up, or slow down. It is constantly moving and once it passes by, will not allow us to reclaim it. I wrote a song a number of years ago (that no one has ever heard) titled, “If I Could Stop The Time”. We would all, at times, love to have a pause button on life, but it is not to be had.
Pam and I are celebrating our 46th Wedding Anniversary tomorrow. Every day living as husband and wife has been a blessed and awesome journey that is truly beyond description. It is only natural to celebrate the milestones as measured in years but I must say that precious moments, and our memories of those moments, need to be celebrated daily. Thank God that today we have minds that still remember and cherish our time together. That might not always be so. Only God knows.
A few photos will definitely reveal that some years have passed! And styles have changed, which might not be a bad thing!
The Summer Of ’70 – how it all began…
It was the summer before my 17th birthday… the age of hippies, mini-skirts, bell bottoms, and so-called peace and love. An unimaginable war was being fought half a world away, while America was in political and social turmoil. But growing up in the Deep South, I felt far removed from the world’s problems.
Days were filled with the sounds of music!
I spent hours on end playing piano and singing hymns, show tunes, and whatever music was found in the piano bench. My Daddy’s stereo could be heard spinning favorite records and the old dial radio in my bedroom was always tuned to the top 40’s stations.
On a hot July afternoon, as I sat outside drinking a glass of sweet tea with the radio playing, he drove up in his baby blue mustang. A 19 year old college student with sun bleached hair, dreamy brown eyes, and a certain mystery that I found intriguing. I only had distant ideas of him until now. But I quickly discovered we had something in common. Jumping out of his car wearing the latest bell-bottom jeans, button down shirt and the most perfect smile, I felt my face turn red over my appearance… hair pulled up in a pony tail, scrubbed face without makeup, and purple stained hands from shelling peas!!! After a few nervous words he said, “I brought you a little something.” Why would he be bringing me something? It was just a plain brown paper bag, but in his hands he held what would be a life changing gift. Seeing the contents stirred up some questions.
How did he know how much I love music?
How did he know my favorite song?
Was it possibly his favorite song?
Little did this girl and this guy know that God would use such a small gift to bring about His perfect plan for a lifetime as He would join their hearts. This guy’s God given musical talent and his ability to communicate the greatest love story of all time have been used to bless countless lives. Our love for music is a gift spanning generations. This wonderful legacy of music continues strong in the life of our son. Almost 49 years have passed and my eyes still tear and my hear flutters when he plays his guitar and sings love songs.
We still call that 1970 song, “our song”.
Occasionally, it plays as we drive the country roads of our youth, but there is one place it is always playing… our hearts !
None of us know what a day may bring forth. We have thankful hearts for our many days. May we all realize the value of precious moments! Thanks for allowing us to share our special time with you. May God bless you with many special times!