Without his love, where would I be?

From the warm day in May when Tim placed the ring on my finger, I have never had any ounce of doubt that he was the man God had for me to marry. A few years earlier though, I said goodbye to him thinking I was to marry someone called into missions. Now, looking back it makes me smile. For now my eyes are opened and as the story of our family is unraveling, I can see how perfectly God created him for me.

If this adoption had been my idea, it would not be happening this soon. My husband was the one that was ready to adopt long before I was. He has been the one to spend many, many hours working on paperwork. He has been the one to email our social worker each week, to set goals for each week, and to write a letter asking for support from our friends and family. He has been a rock, and I’ve been shifting sand.

Several times, I’ve questioned him, “Are we doing the right thing? Are you sure about this?” His answer is always firm, always certain.

And, so, I smile…I smile thinking of God’s amazing ways. He, even more than Tim, is always firm, always certain, always right. In His infinite wisdom, He perfectly and creatively paired us together. He knew I would need someone to share the same passions and dreams for our family. He knew I would need a partner to share the Gospel to our friends, our neighbors, and most of all, our children.

Don’t you think Tim is a missionary? Aren't we all really "called" to missions, to spreading the good news of the Gospel near and far? Don’t you think I really did marry someone pursuing a life of missions? I married someone who has a heart for the lost, a heart for the fatherless, and a heart for those in need.

No, he’s not always perfect, and I’m glad. Every time he messes up, I’m reminded of the One who is perfect, the only One who can truly meet my needs.

I’m so thankful for Tim, and I’m so thankful God knew what He was doing when He put us together over 10 years ago.