Well today is our 2 year anniversary! Hooray! Sometimes it feels like only yesterday that I drove past Herty Field with the empty white wedding chairs in rows just a few hours before I got married. When I saw those chairs set up, waiting for everyone to come and sit in them at my wedding, I knew it was really happening; I was really getting married. It really was the best, most perfect day of my life so far. And now I can't picture my life before that day without having to try hard; being married to this man is just so right that it feels like forever. And so sometimes it also feels like I've been married for so much longer than 2 years. I don't think I even have the words to say exactly how I feel right now, but if my life is shorter than I think it will be, or if nothing else good happens to me, this is enough. The Lord has truly exceeded every expectation I ever had about marriage and my husband and given me so much more than I thought possible. I am so grateful for these past 2 years, and so humbled that this much grace, love, joy, redemption, and fullness was spent on me. To Him be ALL the glory.
Now onto the sad. David's Pop, John David Parks, Sr, for whom David and his father were both named after, died Saturday. His funeral was yesterday. He had a long life of 91 years, 69 of which were spent with his wife and David's Nanny, Marcus. They lived together in a house they built here in Athens back around 1950. Pop was a quiet, humble man who loved the Lord, his family, and his church, Prince Avenue Baptist, of which he had been a member since 1958. We all miss him, especially Nanny Marcus. We have felt God's presence with us, and know that Pop is right there with Him, and that brings peace. Pray for Nanny Marcus, for continued peace and strength, and for comfort when she's lonely and misses him being at her side. We love you Pop!
