On September 18, Pete and I will be celebrating our 35th wedding anniversary.
I was just barely 18 years old, and he was 21. We had met in August of '69, just as I was entering my junior year of high school. He had just graduated that June and was beginning his first year at the local Junior College. We dated off and on, mostly on, for 2 years before getting married.
After 7 years of marriage, we had 2 precious girls, but our lives were falling apart. We had pretty much gone our separate ways, and divorce was inevitable.
Then God stepped in.
I was born-again in February '78, and Pete shortly after in May.
We have not been the same since.
God has truly redeemed those years the locusts had eaten.