Filed under: Family, God is good, Marriage, Relationships, Religion, men's prayer | Tags: Houston, Johnson Tower, Transco Tower
I kept finding myself on little pig trails this morning during prayer. It was a struggle to focus on what I thought was important to pray about. One of the things I kept thinking about was my wife and since I kept thinking about her I kept praying for her. I thought about it after prayer and I believe God wanted me to pray for her. It helped me remember how incredibly happy she makes me. I let all the junk of the days and weeks affect my moods and in turn how I treat her; she almost never does. She is always loving and sweet and I absolutely do not deserve her. So I pray for her and for me to do what I have to in order to keep her. I thank God for keeping her convinced I am a good husband.
When I left the church I remembered the second happiest day of my life so far. It wasn’t the day we got married. Nope, I was too nervous that day for it to be the happiest day of my life. No, that distinction belongs to the day I asked Cheri Little to be my wife. It was a beautiful October night in Houston at the Johnson Tower (formerly know as Transco Tower) water wall. I had taken her there on our first official date. Of course, I say we had been on several dates beforehand, she disagrees. But that is another story for another time.
My friend Josh was there early to set up candles and to sing and play guitar while we danced under the moonlight with hundreds of couples, families and homeless people witnessing it all. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating and I could hardly see straight but I kept my composure long enough to pull the ring out of my pocket, drop to my knees and ask her to marry me. She said, “I thought you’d never ask.” I don’t know what gave her that impression but maybe she thought I was a chicken. Whatever the case may be I took her answer as a “yes” and she didn’t object. From that moment on I knew she would always be mine. I didn’t need to be married to her to know that and that is why that day is the second happiest day of my life.
[In case you are wondering what the happiest day of my life is, it’s the day I gave my life back to God. That was in October of 2002. Must be something special about October.]
