once upon a time there was a boy.
he grew up in a home with 4 brothers,
and a mother + father who modeled and encouraged trust
in the one true foundation that could never be shaken.
the boy grew up to be a man.
he was passionate and strong and kind
and worked with his hands.
he married, fixed up a house,
and welcomed a sweet baby girl to the world.
and the boy was happy.
then that merciless thief cancer swept in.
and the boy lost his daughter.
then his wife.
then his house.
his world crumbled around him.
his house, his work, his girls and everything he had was gone.
except for the foundation.
and in the dark loneliness, that foundation held strong.
though the boy felt so broken and weak.
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once upon a time there was a girl.
she grew up in a home with 5 sisters and brothers.
loved and trained by two parents,
whose foundation was the Lord.
she grew up and got married and had 5 babies of her own.
the girl lived in a farmhouse, just like she always wanted.
she sang, and served, and cooked, and made a home.
and the girl was happy.
but life began to fall apart. bit by bit, then hard and fast.
every prop the girl thought she had to lean on fell.
and all of a sudden the girl found herself alone.
with 5 little people. no house. no husband. no stability.
and though it felt like she had lost everything,
she found one thing remained.
and the foundation held strong.
though the girl felt so broken and weak.
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the boy started a new life with a new job in a new place.
he started attending a little church.
a church where there just so happened to be a girl.
with 5 little people.
one day the boy and the girl began talking.
about brokenness and loss. grief and pain.
and the girl was grateful to meet a fellow sufferer
who had found the same truths to be strong + true.
the boy and the girl kept talking. on Sundays after church.
and the more they talked the more the girl was struck
by how hard the boy fought to trust the Lord.
by how much he loved Jesus
and how grateful he was for salvation.
the boy often said, if nothing good ever happened again,
the Cross was proof enough of God’s goodness and love
and he would choose to believe it.
the girl came away every Sunday
wanting to trust God like the boy.
weeks turned to months and the friendship grew.
the boy was patient. oh so patient.
as the girl worked on rebuilding her life,
learning to heal and trust and praise again.
and slowly God began to do a work
in that scarred broken heart of the girl.
just as he’d worked in the heart of the boy.
opening her heart to faith
to want to try again.
and so eventually they did.
the boy set out to win the girl’s heart.
with love notes and coffee and flowers,
compliments and babysitting and housecleaning.
with loving correction and hours of conversation.
date nights and road trips and help in the dinnertime craziness.
the girl was afraid of being hurt again.
of starting over. of being vulnerable.
the boy was too.
but deeper than that they both knew.
that God was greater than their fears.
that He was loving and good.
that come joy or pain, plenty or loss,
should this relationship fail or succeed,
God was holding them no matter what.
and that He would keep them to the end.
one December night,
the boy asked the girl for the chance
to love her for the rest of their lives.
and she said yes.
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when i chose the name ten thousand things for my blog
this story was one of the things i had in mind.
because it. is. mine.
when everything was lost.
and it seemed the light would never come again.
God was working in the dark.
faithful to His Word.
leading, guiding, providing, teaching.
He wastes nothing.
He is a Redeemer.
beauty from ashes.
joy from pain.
He could have brought no change to my life
and He would still be just as good.
yet instead He chose to give me this most amazing boy.
i am overwhelmed with His mercy and love.
simply in awe at the glimpse
into this masterful plan the Author is weaving
and the story has only just begun…