Tomorrow, June 5th, 2007, is our third anniversary! Wow! To think that I have been married to such an amazing man for three years already! Of course we couldn’t imagine what kind of adventures that have already come our way and can’t begin to imagine the next things in store for us as a couple.
Stevan preached yesterday–a powerful message about standing out as Christians–and all I could think about at the end of the service was how undeserving I am to have such a husband as Stevan. He is so passionate about being more like Christ and one can’t help but notice the urgency for those around him to understand what he preaches. Yes, as his wife I see his flaws and get to put up with his immaturity at times, but Stevan Paul Sheets is a man that I only hoped I would get to marry some day. I prayed for him since I was twelve years old (probably before that, but that was the age I made “the list” of what I wanted in a future mate. God is so awesome because not only did He give me the qualities I prayed for, but he even humored me in the physical aspects–I prayed for someone a lot taller than me whose shoulders were wider than me–I really did have those specifics and went on to explain in my twelve-year-old way that I wanted to feel little when I was in his arms. I even explained further in my diary that I didn’t want someone that I might be able to “snap in two.” Ha! What an imagination! Well, God gave me those characteristics, too!
Of course, I don’t even have to mention that he’s HOT (blush, blush, sigh)! To think that Stevan picked me!
We even knew after our first date that there weren’t going to be others to even consider dating. I remember telling my mom after he left that night that if I didn’t marry him, I wasn’t marrying anyone. “Nough said!” Then when I told my sis about the date and that he was a pastor she started crying on the phone. You see, I went forward at church camp when I was twelve to make a commitment to God that I was going to marry a pastor. I felt called to be a pastor’s wife. I didn’t broadcast it so only my sister and close friends knew. So when she heard about Stevan, she knew he was “The One” for me, too! Talk about confirmation!
God is awesome and so is my husband! Happy Anniversary, Babe! Thanks for three great years (even if our last date involved geo-caching in a park with goose poo — your excitement just made you cuter!)! I love you!
