8, New Beginnings

My friend and the girl who introduced us, Veronica, reported that 8 means new beginnings. This anniversary has been nothing short of that. Our smiles turned giddy as we held hope in our hands again. Just a couple days until keys will replace long awaited anticipation. I mean, lonnnnnnng anticipation. 7 months actually.

We sipped wine and held chopsticks, used the valet and dined in The Circular, but I'm gonna remember that when our marriage turned 8, the world stood still, and we worshipped. We have felt God relentlessly chase after us and we have seen Him faithful, more than ever before. The Helsers sang, You're Never Giving Up, words I have sang to tears in my living room, and we stood, hands locked, declaring it to Him and Him back to us, over this next year and years to come.

He is faithful. He IS faithful. HE IS FAITHFUL!

Don't you ever think for a second that you can't step out of the mess you're in. Don't you ever believe for a moment that God isn't big enough to change your present. I am just like you, and I can confidently say that I am not who I could be. I am not who I should be. I am who I am because I had an encounter with a God that loves me and He was willing to do anything to save me and spend the rest of His life with me. He wants that so desperately for you, an encounter.

Marriage is such a beautiful design, it's a space, free to mess up, free to be creative, free to love and be loved in return. When we sang last night, I saw the stones piling up. I saw the altar being made. I saw the land we were leaving and the Promised Land in our sights.

We will remember this. We will look back at this altar and we will tell our children of what the Lord has done. Happy 8th Anniversary Brandon!