The Final Countdown

I asked her to marry me on November 13.  The clock read 183 days at that point.  I sit in my office and the clock reads 5 days.  5 days.  Oh my.  

She graduated this weekend.  I’m proud of her.  I probably didn’t make that as clear as I should have, but she took a five year teaching degree at almost 150 hours, and crammed it into four busy years.  Plus she worked.  She worked to pay for school.  She did four years for me.  She wants to marry me.  I’ve got a good one.

The wedding is outside this Saturday.  They’re calling for isolated thunderstorms.  I’m praying super hard that it changes.

I’m going to the beach on Sunday on a Honeymoon.  I thought that was only stuff that mature, married people did.  I am overwhelmed at the prospect of suddenly being married.  It’s a scary thing to go from fiance who buys gifts and is sweet, to husband who is the sole care and provider for this wonderful girl.  I want to spoil her.  That’s scary.

This week is simply busy.  I have to clean my house because when I get back to it on May 23rd, it’s not just my house.  If it is clean when I get back, then I don’t get yelled at by my wife at that time.  I am learning early.  Unfortunately, it looks like a Category 2 Hurricane formed in the walls of my tiny home over the past couple of weeks.

Wedding showers are awesome.  We got lots of sweet stuff that’s new.  I don’t have to buy stuff from Goodwill and yard sales.  I have pots and pans that don’t predate World War II.  To me, that’s awesome.  We also got a sweet coffee maker.  I just got done drinking some coffee.  I really like coffee.  I don’t know if the tone of this post and the coffee are related.  Somehow, I’m thinking that they are.

I preached last night.  I spoke out of my favorite book in the Old Testament.  It’s Habakkuk.  Yeah, that’s actually a book in the Bible.  It’s really small.  It’s basically all about perspective.  You’re bitter, sad, depressed, unhappy, mad, angry, not feeling well?  Change your perspective and have faith in God.  It’ll change your life.  No really, read it.  All three chapters.  At the same time.  It’s just a short story, but it changes his life.  He goes from bitterness and worry about God’s lack of justice to trusting God in the midst of despair and completely relying upon Him.  I think it’s awesome.  Totally sweet book.  You should read it.

I ran 50 miles last week.  It was busy, so most of my runs sucked.  I’ll just be honest.  This week, I’m gonna try to knock out some quality mileage again.  The morning of the wedding, I plan on waking up at 6:30ish to go for a short little jog.  I’ve gotta calm myself down.  If I don’t hit 50 miles this week or next week, somehow I’m okay with that.  Why?  Because I’m gonna have a help mate.  

For me, this week is exciting and kinda scary.  I’m suddenly growing up.  I’m no longer the class clown.  I’m no longer the 4.0 college student.  I’m no longer the running youth pastor.  On Saturday, I’ll have a new name from the only person that will matter to me.  It will be “husband.”  

No pressure though, right?