This past weekend was pretty great.  
Parents came back home from the big trip. We had their little cake and coffee and luncheon after church with friends and family. It all got me thinking about grace. Marriage is all about grace. Extending that grace your spouse over and over and over again. Forgetting to take out the garbage, hurtful words that can't be taken back, habitually leaving the cap off the toothpaste tube, burning the meatloaf, turning whites to pinks, 'selective' hearing, choosing silence over resolution, and so it goes. You fall, you get back up again. You fall, you get back up again. You fall, GRACE picks you up again. I know in my parents' 35 years of marriage, at some points, most definitely a few times, the thought of drawing a line in the sand came to mind. The marker at which would permiss and excuse the binding contract of I Do and exchanging it for I Don't No More. I am most aware that my parents could not have made it this far alone. They will be the first to attest to the saving grace that God used throughout their years together. I just want to go on record and say that I'm grateful for their faith in God, their perseverance to stick it out, the forgiveness given 77 times over and beyond, the grace they have extended to one another and the love of the Father that held them close. I'm thankful for the lessons in life and love that us kids will hopefully take into our marriages. I'm sure we'll be learning and re-learning them all over again. And in a random sidenote, I went to see Jeremy Camp on Sunday night in NY state. A perk of my job is the comp tickets that are at my disposal. I arrived at the concert and proceeded to pick up my tickets that were being held for Me & Co. The ticket lady asked me, "So, you know where to go right?". I assumed she meant the sanctuary, so I motioned to the entrance doors. She then proceeded to tell me, "No, no, you have a personal meet and greet with Mr. Camp." My inner voice screamed in a pitch I could only guess was 8 octaves higher than middle C. That's pretty high, I'll point out. Ticket Woman told us that it was a hush hush M&G and it was only for me and my posse. WhatEVVVER! His stage manager John escorted me to our reserved seats, third row front and center. As if. All I could think of was how in the hello did this happen?!? Haha. Another notch on God's Successful Splendid Surprise Executions belt. Check. No freeeaking joke. We saved the paper that was on the pew for our reserved seating. I know. Dorks. Dorks who hung out with Jeremy Camp pre-show. Yo. Didn't even bring a camera. Wasn't even going to go because it was such a busy weekend. Glad I did. Like, REEEALLY glad I did. The End. *Cindy* | 
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