While the US is grandly celebrating its Independence Day, I remember, honor, and thank God for the life I shared with Tony on what would have been our 55th anniversary.
We had always celebrated this day simply, without fanfare. Sometimes it was celebrated quietly, too quietly, because he or I forgot all about it.
Our our 50th, which the world dubs as golden, passed by without drum rolls.
Today is the quietest of all.
And this blog on any of our anniversaries is the shortest, but with the most hyperlinks. I had not realized I was actually writing about this date, reflecting on the grace God never scrimped on, but lavishly poured on us for all of our 54 years.
For how could a partnership, blasted sporadically with storms and sunshine, last that long?
“For as long as we both live,” we vowed before God on the 4th of July 55 years ago. By grace, this vow (more popularly used as "Till death do us part") had been like a steel, strong and unbreakable, till the Lord called Tony home on the 20th of January this year.
”What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.” Mark 10:9 ESV
