Whispers of Another Whisper

September 1st 1990. Thirty years ago, we said we would love, cherish, honor, and yes obey. What a day. It was a beautiful day. Sunshiney, and busy, and full of laughter, and smiles. I was able to see family I had not seen in a long time. I spent the night before with my sister. I don’t remember what we talked about, but it was so wonderful to have her with me. To share in that day. The only one of my siblings to be with me. Whispers in the dark of what might be in my future and the joy of facing that with someone I loved.

In just a week i had pulled together all that was needed. A beautiful dress, three amazing bridesmaids. The grooms men, yeah that was easy, bothers. My sweet soft giant of a young man was surrounded by his family. This was the beginning of 26 years of love, tears, joy unimaginable, pain unimaginable.

When I think of this day so many years ago, I could tick the boxes of history in a nano second..much faster then typing them out. Through every mountain top, jungle terrain, dry desert land, ocean swamped beach, to the rapids of a river, I know that God walked every step with us. Sharing quiet intimit nights as we fell asleep, to the rukus of 3 toddlers destroying a clean house in a blink of an eye, we stood together.

The whispers that flood my mind each night have been my constant companion of late. They are carried on the wings of memories. They ride with voice of the kids. They show up when I walk into certain stores, or when I smell a certain scent. The shadow of a whisper carries through an old movie we watched snuggled up as a family or out together on a rare date night. Some days I want to stop the flood of whispers rushing through me – yet at times I cry myself to sleep for not hearing those whispers.

6 years, 2 months. 30 wedding anniversaries…. I am still here. I still cling to the promise of my Savior. I do not walk this road alone. Neither do you. The Spirit of God is calling me. He walks with me – He talks with me – He calls me His own.