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The Watch, The Door, and Chance…

I stood in the pastor’s office, my heart was beating a bit fast. I’m not so sure that I was nervous. Granted, I’m not so sure I wasn’t, either. My friend Chance was in there with me also, and since I had given him my watch to wear he kept glancing at it and mocking me as the minutes went by. The pastor walked in from his back office door, and realized in the process that it was unlocked. Smiling at me he locked it and said, “Wouldn’t do if you could just run away right now, would it?” I smiled a bit in return.

We went over a few details about what was going to happen in a few Continue reading The Watch, The Door, and Chance…

The Potato Famine Years

10347425_10154637944255608_4025207068298286260_nMy marriage story (actually, it’s ours, her and I’s) began rocky. It was 1990, I was enlisted in the Navy, a mere E-2, stationed 4 hours away from any family or friends, and when we got married, I brought her to live up there, away from everything she had ever known. Adding to this almost perfect setup of marital bliss, I had not had a chance to get to know the area that we were living in because I reported aboard my ship and was gone within a month for a six month deployment, only to return and head to my hometown to get married. So… yeah. It was pretty awesome.

In case that picture wasn’t quite dour enough, our car was a 1980 Chevy Citation that barely made the trip up to our new town and, well, it never made the trip back (more on that in a bit). Money was tight (read non-existent), and almost everything we owned was, in some shape or fashion, a hand-me-down. That included our silverware, dishes and all of our kitchen utensils (my mom had given us a green colander that I remember her using when I was a kid, I loved that thing). Bleak is a pretty apt word. Continue reading The Potato Famine Years

Coming Home

Sara glaringly looked at her watch again. The plane had landed almost 10 minutes ago and her anxiousness was starting to get the better of her. She shook the sign that she held in her hands as the other women and children around her bustled and brimmed with anticipation. It had been the longest 9 months they had ever had together, or rather, apart, and now she stood there in the terminal, waiting.

Hadn’t she waited long enough? Why couldn’t they just let the men off the plane so they could come home? Why couldn’t they just get on with it already? Her hands started ringing the cardboard sign almost tearing the paper that she had worked so hard over the last two weeks to get just right. It had to be just right. For him.

The woman standing next to her reached over and touched her shoulder, startling her out of her thoughts and causing her to jump. “First deployment?” she asked. An inviting smile on her face disarming Sara’s immediate desire to be left alone.

“That obvious?” Sara responded back to this new woman, her hands relaxing a bit on the sign. Continue reading Coming Home

Wrong, Right or Hurt

I don’t like being wrong,

But it hurts more to be right.

So I lie about how I feel,

As I hold you through the night.

I don’t like being right,

Knowing it hurts you to be wrong,

So I lie about what’s real,

That you can remain strong.

I don’t like being hurt,

As if right and wrong are things,

Somehow that’s become our deal,

Ever since we put on our rings.

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Life After “I Do”

Wuv... tooo wuv
Wuv… tooo wuv

I am surrounded by young people getting married. There have been no less than 4 of them in the last 2 months, and I know there are a few more coming up. It seems that a lot of the kids that I have had the privilege of knowing have reached that age. Over the years, my wife and I have counselled with several young adults who are in the beginning phases of, or wanting to pursue, an engagement relationship. To that end, I figured I would share some of the advice and counsel that we have given. Continue reading Life After “I Do”