- Leading my girls in paintball...here we go.. love it... but im scared. :) Go
- Alright hon so you're retired im not. why dont u move over... im late. Go
- Almost about to go on air in beattyville Kentucky! yeeeeehaw haha Go
Tonight I was driving on this beautiful fall night and I was listening to the radio. One of my favorite songs came on. It’s a love song.. a sweet song about couples staying together, being an example of love to those who look on. The sad thing about this video and song is that it was sung by Vince Gill. He sang it for and the movie is with his first wife. Yeah… he then left his wife for, professing Christian, Amy Grant. Check it out here -
I got to thinking about this and thought about my dear Grandparents Ken and Jane Pierpont they have the cutest love story. They met at a church Sunday school picnic. I love hearing their full story. I believe it’s now been almost 54 years of marriage for them. They would tell it’s because of Jesus and His work in their lives and hearts keeping them solely for each other throughout those years.
I was working on an older lady client you came into the salon/school the other day. She said she was married at age 17. And was still married to the same man. Over 50 years. I asked what her secret was, because I know to ask older people for wisdom. She looked at me through the mirror and she said when we said our vows it was not “hopefully this will work out” or “we will try to make this work” she said “We went into this with no option. This will work out!” She said, “So many people today go into marriage with prearrangement’s if things don’t work out! We just didn’t do that back then”.
As I was driving tonight and this song was playing. Someone had called in and it was their anniversary and wanted it played for them. I got to thinking… that’s what I want. Unlike the generation I am growing up with I don’t and will not go into marriage thinking…. “if” this works out. Or maybe this will work. Or I will try to be faithful as long as I can hold out. No. When I say my vows, when I look into his eyes whoever it may be… it will be for life. It will mean forgiveness when he does something painful that hurts like fire, it will mean staying and loving… when all I want to do is turn and walk away… it will mean when someone walks by and they look younger or better… I have eyes and heart for the one I married and eyes for only him. It will mean remaining faithful to that man… no matter what happens and building your life around and with his. Having his children. Always believing the best even when doubts arise. Maybe that’s why I am taking my time. If you want this then that’s why it’s so extremely important to wait for the man… who desires the same things. And makes Christ his focus. This is what I want. I pray with tears in my eyes, “God help me have this” I know that without Jesus, it can’t happen. And I know that a three fold cord can’t easily be broken and Jesus is the center of that cord.
To me this is what love really is. It’s not the way hollywood would have us see it. It’s not the self indulging books about passion that are unrealistic that we can only read about… it’s about couples like my Grandparents. So few have it. But Grandma and Grandpa we are watching you! I am watching you and when I want to see what true love should be, I will look at you. Thanks for being faithful.
I love Fall. I love the smell of wood smoke and burning leaves. Love it. It reminds me of last fall when the Sisters and I went to Kentucky. One of our last trips there probably all single
We had a great time in the mountains… it was fall and all the colors were perfect! We went out to a revival service way back in the hills out of Campton. We drove that night way out there through the colorful fall leaves… down winding roads… till we got to a little church, small little church that sat overlooking a valley. We went in and it was so warm in that little church. It was filled with people and we sang our hearts out and told testimonies of how good God is and how He saved us.
Not only was it a perfect night outside… with the fall colors… the smell of burning leaves.. but I felt the presence of the Lord was really working in that place among the most common, sweet people. God moved in my heart and I know he moved in my sisters hearts as well. That’s one of my greatest memories of last fall. Wish I could be there now… though I just got word we will be singing again on TV in Kentucky come May. Looking forward to visiting when all the leaves return too




