By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“I do” was a high-priced promise.
On this, the anniversary of my wedding, I see how those two little words spoken so long ago were life-changers.
That’s one of the things I love about words—and writing them. They can open our hearts to a new way of living, remind us that we are loved, and encourage us to take a chance.
In many ways, writing is similar to marriage. It requires faithfulness, hard work, and resistance to discouragement. Fidelity means saying no to other things so we can say yes to our commitment.
For me, writing and marriage have converged like the streams that feed the mighty Arkansas River near our home. The life I’ve shared with my husband has impacted countless published nonfiction articles, interviews, and devotions and also flavored my fictional Western-romance heroes. Every blacksmith or bronc-buster, rodeo clown or ranch hand carries a trait of one man who actually did each of those things and more.
And like the river, as well as our marriage, my writing continues to flow in the same direction, between the same banks, yet always with new water – new ideas, new goals, new dreams.
Anniversaries spawn memories, and remembering has a way of refreshing our first love.
How could it not?
For I’ll be forever #lovingthecowboy.
And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you … (Genesis 9:15)
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Yellow lamplight warmed the page, and the words seemed to come alive and sink into his soul. Words that his father had noted but never shared. Words that Cade had not read or heard … until Pastor Bittman spoke them the day of the wedding.
Hands trembling as he gripped the old Bible, he blinked against his blurring vision, tears spilling on the thin paper.
“God forgive me for not forgiving him.” The prayer scratched up from Cade’s throat, healing an old, deep wound. He was no more perfect than his father, maybe even less so. For his father had realized what Cade nearly missed: Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the LORD.
He palmed his eyes and opened the ink bottle atop the desk, then he dipped the pen and made an entry below his name: Married Mae Ann Remington, 15 May 1880, Olin Springs, Colorado. In smaller script beneath her name, he wrote Proverbs 18:22.
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