Very few specific dates remind me of God’s work in my life quite like January 14. I was only ten months old when my first January 14 rolled around. Even if I had been older and more cognizant of long-term goals and promises, I still would have had no idea how significant that day was for me.
You see, on that fateful day when I was ten months old, my amazing husband was born. Even before he took that first breath, God was preparing him for me. He was orchestrating events that would allow Doug to grow up with experiences, interests, and callings that would be compatible with mine. He was working into Doug’s young heart passions and a calling that would show themselves to be incomplete until they were joined with my own calling and passions.
When Doug was a child, he was raised with regular change, giving him an understanding and need for change – an understanding that is perfectly compatible with my own needs.
When Doug was a teenager, God wooed his heart, bringing him into the eternal family of which I was already a part – a family I would not marry outside of.
When Doug was a little older, God nudged his heart to call him to ministry. My own nudging would come in college with a firm awareness that I would marry into the ministry.
As Doug was looking at colleges, he knew that, even though his automatic scholarships were for other schools, he was supposed to go to Ouachita. From childhood I had known that I would attend Ouachita on a missionary kid scholarship.
As our lives merged in college, God gave us a mutual admiration and respect for one another long before the romance was ever even a seed in our minds.
Long before I had any thoughts of marriage, God was working. Long before I had any inclination of a name, God was moving strongly in two lives. Long before we knew what true love meant, God was preparing two hearts for a love that could only come from Him.
January 14 is not just a birthday. It’s a reminder of God’s work in our past. It’s a promise of His continued work in the future. It’s a symbol of His gift every other day of the year.
My dearest husband, I am so thankful for you. I am thankful for the thirteen January 14th’s we’ve been blessed to celebrate together (even in sickness!). I am thankful for share not only every January 14, but the other 364 (or 365!!) days of every year. I love you incredibly! Thank you for being my husband. Happy birthday!