tonight i found myself thinking about the time i walked into our office in the house and found P on his prayer rug on his knees praying. that wasn't my first time, but for some reason that exact moment comes to mind. he was fervently praying. i had called him a few times and walked into the room and still he did not know i had been looking for him. our house is small... i couldn't imagine where he could be let alone him not being able to hear me. but i startled him. i fell in love with him again that moment... what a man i thought to myself...
i remember him telling me that in high school he wanted to be known as a person who prays. he went to church in the mornings to pray, but one morning he asked that there could be some sign that he was a man that prayed. that day he walked around with a rugburn on his forehead. he was on his knees with his head to the carpeted church floor, that his forehead turned red...
why i thought of these things? i'm getting ready for an event at our church this weekend and i just thought of P. i married an awesome man!!!
that days are coming closer and closer to us going.... 9 more days.
