“This is what the LORD says: ‘When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” (Jeremiah 29:10-11).

1997 …………………………………………………………………………………….2008

On the front end of things, I couldn’t have known…couldn’t have fathomed how it all would go. I simply walked it. One foot in front of the other until I found myself face to face with the man I now call husband.

Eleven years have passed since that hot July afternoon when Billy took me as his bride and my two sons as his own. If I had only known then what I know now I would have…

fought less for control.
accepted personality quirks as normal.
blessed instead of criticized.
admitted my wrong without needing to be right.
loved “as is” instead of loving when fixed.
praised his heart before picking it weary.
prayed for him instead of praying for God to change him.
showed more affection in front of the kids.
showed more affection behind closed doors.
made more of his good intentions instead of expecting perfection.

Yes, if I had known then what I know now, I would have been a better wife on the front end. But on the front end, I didn’t know how to be a better wife. In fact, I’m not sure I even believed we would get to this day—the backside of eleven years. The only thing I did know on July 19, 1997, was a simple faith that breathed with a little hope that love would carry us all into a better future.

It has. Love has covered a multitude of sins and selfish to bleed a truer red into the hearts of the family I call mine. Only by the gracious grace of God have we arrived from our years of captive living to know a spacious and breathing joy that delights in the journey of a “two as one” kind of yoking.

We fit…Billy and me. To those on the outside looking in, it may seem an odd fit. There are times when it felt strangely peculiar to me as well. But these days, our love wraps like a favorite quilt—comfortable and perfectly molded to the shape beneath its layers. God has given us our layers. I see them now, and I am thankful for the strength they harbor. They will carry us into the next season of loving one another.

Tonight, we sit on opposite sides of the equator. I don’t know if he is thinking about me, but I am thinking about him. Thinking about the back side of eleven years and how grateful I am to God for dreaming some dreams for me that included a young preacher man named Billy.

As a people in search for a better tomorrow, we are prone to contextualizing Jeremiah 29:11 for our seasons yet to come. Rightly so. But in our searching for the next best promise, I wonder how many of us take the occasion to frame this verse within the context of our seasons past? To look back one, five, ten, even eleven years ago and think about the hopes and dreams that our Father seeded on our behalf?

I’m living some of those dreams now. I bet you are too. Problem is, we didn’t see them on the front end. And what is often unseen rarely breeds our thankfulness. Rather than acknowledging the fulfilled promises that reside in our current, we busy ourselves with our “yet to be.” Our now is not enough, but our next? Well, surely it holds the milk and honey and prospering plans of our Jeremiah 29:11, God.

This is faulty thinking. Not because it’s not true. It is. There is still so much more to come—more plans, more dreams, more hopes, and more forever. But now—this day—we are living and breathing the milk and honey of some long ago planted promises. Our now pulses with the cultivated seed of yesterday’s sacred sowing. God is forever tending to our soil and bringing to fruition his plans for our lives. His tending is rooted in a lavish and unprecedented love. Because of his love, we know the love of others.

And tonight, I am thankful for the love of a man who has faithfully loved me for over eleven years. We share the seeded hope that God planted on our behalf on the front end of a hot, July afternoon.

July is still hot, my friends. And my marriage?

On fire…

for one another and for God’s magnificent schemes for our life together!

So tonight, dear husband, I tell you again, that I do. I will. I promise, for as long as God allows us this side of eternity. You cannot read my words on our special day. It doesn’t matter. Some things simply need to be spoken even when continents preclude the listening. May our Father carry the love of my heart to yours in those Bolivian mountains as you rest. Dream dreams for our tomorrow, and breathe thankfulness for our today. We have come to the backside of our eleven years.

If I had only known then, what I know now…

I’d still say yes.

I love you. And so I pray,

Thank you Father, for dreaming Billy and for allowing me the joy to dream him also. He is your lavish expression of love to me. Keep us Father, close to your hands and your heart. Give us sense enough to allow you your molding and your vision over our lives. Teach us how to love better, and grow us in our understanding of your purpose for marriage. Thank you for dreams that come on the front end of our experiences and for the dreams you seed this day. Grow us Father, into the likeness of those dreams until we taste the full measure of your sacred intention. Amen.

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