20 Years

Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated the 20th anniversary, of our covenant with G-d and each other. It has never been easy, it was a tough road from the beginning. We had so much against us, even from the start. This is how the devil plays. I could get into all the details, but that is in the past, and our foundation is now stronger because of the reinforcements we have had to make. Every challenge, every heartache, had to be repaired with emotional rebar. The scars are still there but the cracks repaired. And we stand at this place, looking forward, not back.

If someone would have told me, 20 years ago, what lay ahead, I really doubt "I do" would have been forthcoming from my lips. I would have seen this mountain, I now stand upon, and it would have been overwhelming. It would have seemed an impossible task. It was not the fairytale we both envisioned. Not even close. But beauty rarely comes from clean hands. It comes from the dirt and calluses. 

Most might look at our lives and see weeds, but I see wildflowers. My life may not be a posy of roses, it is more of dandelions, and thistle, but it is beautiful none-the-less.

Song of Solomon 1:14  

To me the man I love is a spray of henna flowers in the vineyards of 'Ein-Gedi.