Eighteen More Years
An anniversary letter to Emily: a pine needle, an ocean, and one very precious drop.
This morning, looking back over the last 18 years with Emily Gibson, I just cry.
18 years used to seem like an eternity… Because I realize how little 18 years really is compared to eternity.
Barely a drop in the most vast ocean. Like a single pine needle picked up from the floor of an endless forest. I can hold it, look at it, marvel at all the little details… knowing how easily it could be lost if I loosened my grip.
It's so small.
I pray for 18 more years. And not just 18 more of what we've already known, but 18 years together as the new creations God has and is making us into.
18 more years to share the Truth with the world.
18 more years to watch our children and our sweet grandbabies grow into little walking lanterns of His light.
18 more years to watch, and somehow participate in, the lives of people being changed by the work of our living, holy, intimate, and ever-present Almighty God.
18 more years to discover the depths of a love that I now realize we've only begun to understand.
And 18 more years to hold your hand through whatever this little life brings our way.
I celebrate you today, my sweet Emmie. Our life together. Our love. All that we've walked through, all that we've become, and all that God is still making of us.
I know 18 more years would still be just another little drop in that ocean.
But oh, how precious that drop would be to me.
Happy anniversary, my love.
I yearn for all the more to come… in the smallness of time, wrapped in His eternal hands…
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