This weekend in Tulsa is expected to be an absolute mess. The weathermen have foretold an ice storm that is to begin today at noon and last until Sunday evening.

While this carries with it certain romantic projections, it is potentially, extremely dangerous.

In case you are wondering what romantic inclinations might be implied, Deanna and I will celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary on Sunday. That is pretty exciting!

While the precipitation is not likely to allow us to get away, it is also not likely to bring any unexpected interruptions. That should translate to a quiet weekend at home, together, to recognize what the Lord has done in our lives.

I am so very much in love with my beautiful wife. She moves me in amazing ways.

Twice this morning, she stopped her morning routine, settled into her prayer posture, and sought the Father. I do not know why. What matters is that she is doing so, and that He is listening. He knows her heart, and desires to answer.

We live in an age when half or more of all marriages fail. The numbers are no better in Christian marriages than in secular ones. That scares me a great deal.

It does so, because it is a reflection of how selfish we are and how little effort we who are supposed to be an example, are willing to invest. Perhaps she was praying for those who can't hold it together, who are more interested in serving their own desires than their Savior.

Perhaps she was praying for the many children that she serves who go home to lives without fathers. Those who rarely see their mothers, because they are working two jobs to try to keep what is left of their family together. These children long for a life with both parents. What impact it might have if their parents loved and honored Jesus with their lives.

Likely she was lifting up our daughters. She will not see them again for months. This bends the maternal bond to a breaking point, and causes a deep longing that is relieved, but not resolved by routine phone calls.

Maybe she was lifting up our dear friends. The many who have stepped in at crucial points in our lives to show Jesus to us. For them, I know she is most thankful. We talk about you all a great deal.

I know for certain, she was seeking the Lord to care for her son in a way she no longer can. How often we ask Him to embrace Beej, to let him know how much we love him, how much we miss him. How she longs to sit with him awhile and tell him so many things. She misses the walks with him, where her role was to listen...and she did...and she wants to again.

Such joy he had. Such joy he lived. Such joy he continues to experience in unbelievable ways. How she longs to share that with him.

Perhaps she was praying for me. Her love is always present and routinely demonstrated in ways I do not deserve. She is the embodiment of grace. Truly, the Lord gave me an enormous gift in her.

She seeks Him on my behalf, for health, for wisdom, for drawing ever closer to Him, and for many other things. I would not be half of who I am without the full assault on the Throne that she has spent.

No man could be more loved by his wife. If every man had what the Lord has given me, there would be much more peace in our world, more contentment, more joy.

I am most humbly grateful for Deanna. I do love her dearly, and know that I am unusually blessed.

Thank you Father, that she prays, that she talks to You without fail, and listens to Your heart! Please bless her incredibly. She has endured much. She has given much. She has been spilt again and again on your behalf. Please Lord, bring peace to her longings, and joy to her every breath.


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