The Brewster Inn is located in the small town of  Cazenovia, NY.  It’s a stunning place. It’s where Steve and I married 25 years ago. To be honest I had no idea what I was doing nor did I have any business getting married at 22.

Steve and I went to high school together but never dated. He thought I was brash. I thought he was arrogant. We ran into each other during our college days. Steve had just graduated from NYU and was traveling the country in a van. He stopped in to see me while I was attending NCSU. We had a blast that weekend then he continued his travel. It wasn’t much longer, not even a year from that visit, Steve and I married. It was a whirlwind of an engagement. I was finishing my final semester in France, he planned the wedding. I stepped off the plane in NYC a month later was married. By the way Steve’s a great wedding planner!

We didn’t start normal and haven’t done normal the ever since. I think that’s why we were never asked to work with young engaged/married couples! In fact our marriage flustered others. In many ways, when it came to our marriage,  we didn’t fit the teachings of the Church.

We are both strong & passionate people. We speak boldly and directly to one another. We communicate about everything. I don’t smolder and call it submission. We have both submitted to each other more than we can count. We never did the “date night” thing. He’s better at cleaning & he keeps our social calendar. (Let’s face it he’s fun & I’m not.) He sacrificed his career for mine. I sacrificed for his. He pushed (pushy is the right word) me to go farther in ministry than I ever would have on my own. I hope I’ve done the same for him. At one time I was his preacher. He was & is my wise counselor.

We are empty nesters now. We’ve found ourselves re-evaluating life again. Life makes us adjust. Roles change. Things shift. People evolve. So we move with it. I’ve started my own ministry. He works in South Sudan a lot. In fact he  has a home and a car there. I haven’t seen them in person. When I share our lives with other Christians I sense their uneasiness. They aren’t sure how a marriage can work with one spending massive time in South Sudan and another in Dallas. If I’m honest sometimes the voices of concern are really hearts of judgment. I’ve always struggled with why we don’t allow for differences. Why must my marriage look like yours (or vice versa) for it to be good before God?

God has called Steve to serve the people of South Sudan. He is made for it. God has called me to the women here, for now. If that’s what He’s called us to then He will equip us to do it.

We didn’t start normal. We didn’t do marriage & kids normal. I suspect these next 25 won’t be anything different.

And I couldn’t imagine doing them with anyone but Steve. Love you babe.