March 16, 1974

“Are you with him?” the state park guy asked me, pointing to Jake, who was studying the map.

“Yep,” I bragged. “Forty-five years now.”

“Oh, then it’s time for a change.”

Huh?

“You need a new car every 20 years, you know.”

I scowled. Are you trying to be funny?

Then the awkward chatter ended something like this:

“I’m just joshin’ you. I’ve been married 27 years myself.”

 

March 16, 1974 . . . 45 years ago today was a warm Saturday morning in Texas. I was up early, stuck some curlers in the back of my shoulder-length hair and went for a wee walk through my neighborhood, looking at wildflowers in a section of open field, feeling happy, feeling nervous . . . it was my wedding day!

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My mom had complained that only Catholic weddings were before noon but I am a morning person and I wanted an early wedding and Jake had shaved his beard off to please her, so that was that.

It was wonderful not having to wait, happy-nervous, all day. By 10:00, I was in my white eyelet dress (which I made myself. I’m kinda proud of that) and singing on the way to the gymnasium/chapel where we had the ceremony.

 

Before Jake, I’d had a few boyfriends. One guy I ‘loved’ through high school and two years of college, and when he broke my heart with the words, “I love you Sarah but we will never get married,” I resolved to never get close with anyone else unless I knew he was The One.

About a year later I met Jake.

He was The One.

Six months later we married.

That wedding morning, I had no doubts. (They came later.) I loved Jake and I loved being with Jake because — shows the immaturity of my love — because of how he made me feel.

Jake made me feel accepted just as I was.

Something I’d not felt with that 7-year guy.

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My two sisters, me, my brother-in-law preacher, Jake, Bub N. and Ken K.

Many years after our wedding, years of ups and downs, blessings and struggles, Jake and I were in serious need of help.  We found a counselor, and when I was alone with her, I poured out my disappointments about our marriage.  She listened, then responded with this:

“Sarah, what would it take for you to accept Jake just as he is?”

I was silenced.

Hadn’t she heard me?

Didn’t she see that Jake needed to change?

Just a little?

Her question accused me. Stumped me. Dogged me for years.

I had no answer.

I honestly wanted to accept Jake like he accepted me.

I sincerely tried.

But there was always a hitch in my self-righteous heart.

Then one morning, probably ten years later, lying awake in bed, I was mulling over the counselor’s question and suddenly I ‘heard’ the answer.

A simple two word answer.

I felt it was from God.

What would it take for me to accept Jake just as he is?

“A miracle.”

I started laughing.

I’m still laughing.

Yes! Exactly! Bring it on, Lord! 

I love how Jesus accepts me just as I am, but does not leave me as I am.

 

I wish I’d thought to banter back at that state park guy.  I’d tell him, “It’s not a change of husbands that I need, it’s a continual change of heart.”

Being married to Jake has been a great adventure.

With lots of miracles.

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Bub, the best man, was a prophet :o)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

14 thoughts on “March 16, 1974

  1. Happy Anniversary to a wonderful couple!
    Love this story.. and how we can relate.. miracles never cease!
    God is with us!!!
    Love you
    Jenni

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  2. Happy Anniversary. Those pictures… wow… 🙂 Aren’t the brides maids dresses still at Dad’s in the pink room closet?

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  3. Isn’t it wonderful that we have a Father who often reminds us that He is our God of miracles! May we ladies learn to allow that miracle of loving acceptance just as sincerely as He loves us!

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  4. Loved it, Sarah!

    On Sat, Mar 16, 2019 at 4:21 AM Sarah Keeps Growing Down wrote:

    > sarahkeepsgrowingdown posted: ““Are you with him?” the state park guy > asked me, pointing to Jake, who was studying the map. “Yep,” I bragged. > “Forty-five years now.” “Oh, then it’s time for a change.” Huh? “You need a > new car every 20 years, you know.” I scowled. Are you trying to” >

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