My husband lay on his back, the day and sermon running through his head as he waited for slumber to claim him.
Yes. We have.
The sermon had been on Joshua 22. The eastern tribes returned home, across the boundary of the Jordan that separated them from the Israelites. They built an altar, fearing that the decedents of Israel would one day say,
"What do you have to do with the Lord? The Lord has made the Jordan a boundary between us and you! You have no share in the Lord!"
We've been through a lot and some days we fear the same words. We have our own Jordan and we've crossed the boundary between then and now. A marker exists.
Except for Grace, what have we to do with the Lord?
The eastern tribes said, "That is why we said, 'Let us get ready and build an altar...it is to be a witness between us and you and the generations that follow, that we will worship the Lord. Then in the future your descendants will not be able to say to ours, You have no share in the Lord."
Not many build altars now. We remember in different ways. We pile no stones. And yet.
I catch Robb's eye and hold out my left hand, fingering my wedding ring and the glinting circle I received for our tenth anniversary after our Jordan.
I smile gratefulness at his face. "These are my stones."
My altar has the same name: A Witness Between Us that the Lord is God.
These rings are a witness between us in our marriage that when we believe God, not just believe in Him, but believe that He is who He says He is, He is enough, He is big enough, and He can do what he says He can do, nothing is impossible.
Happy Anniversary, Love.
I love you,
more deeply because of sorrow.
I cherish you,
because you faithfully nurture.
I trust you,
for you trust your heart to me.
I respect you,
for you humbly offer grace.
I want to remember it all
and count it all as joy,
for He is our God.
And He has been good
to give me