My mother had all but
given up on being married when she met my father. At very least she had
determined to walk with the Lord and serve him with a whole heart whether or
not she ended up doing it alone. Or so I remember hearing the story told.
My father, to the best
of my knowledge, wasn’t really looking for a wife when he met my mother. He was
busy preaching and teaching and seizing whatever opportunities to serve that
the Lord put in his way. My take on it is that he was seeking first the
kingdom of God and found to his delight that some other things got “added unto”
him along the way, so to speak.
With such ambivalence about
actively pursuing marriage on both sides, it’s a wonder I’m here to type this
today. They might well have missed each other. And yet ... here we are.










