The last part of March is full of memories for me.
It was March 29 I married my first sweetheart. Lonnie had just come home from a journey of duty as a Marine in Vietnam. We were married and quickly headed out to the USMC base in Quantico, Virginia. We were blessed with almost thirteen years of marriage and given two beautiful daughters, Rebekah Rose and Jessica Lynn. This March 29th we would have celebrated 54 years.
Tragically on March 24, just days before our thirteenth anniversary my beloved husband was killed in an accident. He had told me he had a special evening planned for our anniversary. I often wonder what it would have been.
Three years ago, on March 22 my second husband had emergency surgery for a brain bleed. That was one of the longest days in my life as I wondered if he would live – and if he lived, would his brain be injured beyond repair.
So thankful he recovered and is fine now. I tease him that if he had to pick a time to be seriously injured and facing possible death, he could have picked a better date than two days before I lost my first husband.
So – this time of year as I reflect on what March has brought me – good and bad – one thing stands out in my mind. Through it all, the joy and thankfulness that God brought Lonnie home safe from Vietnam and allowed me to be his wife; the sorrow and pain of his death; the fear of losing another husband; the joy and thankfulness that Paul’s life was spared – through it all – God has been there. He has given me the strength in all circumstances.
So March makes me thankful that I am His child! It reminds me that no matter what life may bring my way, with God at my side, I am victorious!
A beautiful post, Barb. Funny that you told Paul he could’ve picked a better time, if he was going to die! 😛
My big sister’s name is Rebecca Rose! So close to the same!
Well I have to keep him on his toes. 🙂 I spell my daughter’s name the same as the Rebekah in the Bible. When I was a girl I thought the stories of Isaac and Rebekah and Jacob and Rachel were so romantic. I was going to name my second daughter Rachel but my name did not like the name. He said there was a girl in grade school named Rachel that made his life miserable. So I names my second daughter Jessica.
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Isn’t it funny how names of people we dislike ruin names for us? Even as far back as grade school. Wow.
Amen! Powerful testimonies, my sister. March is significant because it means victory for you. Praise the Lord.