(Today is my fourth wedding anniversary. Last year I shared why our third anniversary meant so much to me. In honor of of another year of marriage I decided to re-post last year's reflection as a reminder of how much I have to be thankful to God for.)
"Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and
hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into
our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." Romans
5:3-5
On January 17th
of this year my husband and I celebrated three years of marriage. If
you’ve been married any length of time this may not seem like much to
you. But to me this is huge.
You
see I was married before. Just over 34 months to be exact. Just shy of
three years. My first husband was a cop/worship minister and a Godly
man. On the afternoon of February 29, 2008, he went for a motorcycle
ride with a fellow deputy. Darryl would say that he never got to ride
his bike enough so I’m very glad that this was the last great experience
he had before he left this earth. On his way home, less than a mile
from our house, Darryl was in an accident with another vehicle in which
he sustained a serious head injury. He was rushed to the hospital where
one of our friends met him and got to exchange the last conversation
Darryl would ever have on this earth.
Meanwhile
Darryl’s Sergeant knocked on our door and gave me the news every spouse
fears. Initially we thought Darryl just had a broken leg. So I while I
rode to the hospital in the passenger seat of a police cruiser I made
the customary calls to friends and family. Shortly after my arrival at
the hospital we learned of Darryl’s head injury and made the decision to
do the only procedure that may save his life.
Over
the next three weeks while Darryl was in a coma one more procedure was
done but Darryl never woke up and the swelling in his brain never went
down significantly. After three weeks of being in a coma in a Lakeland,
FL hospital Darryl went home to be with Jesus peacefully with me by his
side in the trauma ward.
What
I will never forget about that period of my life was the amazing
support I had from Darryl’s family and mine, my pastors and church
family, the Polk County Sherriff’s Office, and the community. (For more
on Darryl's story visit
here.)
Now
four years have passed and it’s still impossible to believe. As this
most recent wedding anniversary loomed on the horizon last fall, I
wondered if I would ever get to the three year marriage mark with my
current husband. I did the math and realized that is if by God’s design
history would repeat itself again November of 2011 would have been the
end of my time with Jason. So in the two months leading up to my first
ever three year anniversary I tried to love and appreciate my husband
with a fresh realization that every day could be the last.
Here
I am today over a month past the three year mark and beginning for the
first time a fourth year of marriage. After all this time I am convinced
that life by definition is incredibly hard but God is more faithful
than we can ever imagine. Thank you for your prayer as the days leading
up to March 22 (the anniversary of Darryl’s passing) are always
difficult for me and all those who loved Darryl.
This post was originally published on February 29, 2012.
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