On June 30, 1989 my wife and I were married in San Jose, California. Little did we know that the next 17 years, filled with adventure, family and ministry, would fly by so fast! At the end of our honeymoon we were driving to southern California to help a little church plant in a little beach town called San Clemente. I barely had an idea what a church plant was at the time and knew that our rent was only 80% covered when we would arrived. This must have not sat well with the in-laws, but we were young and started on our journey with full confidence that God was going to meet our needs–somehow.
We were taking this drive in two cars, so we had to wave at each other from time to time to break the monotony of I-5 in the Central Valley. We stopped for gas and each got ice cream, only to have mine melt within the first few minutes. Too bad we did not have A/C in my car. The Central Valley can be a bit hot at times in early July. Well, actually it is very hot. We were traveling on July 4 of that year.
By the time we reached Santa Clarita, we saw fireworks. We waved at each other from our separate cars. At first I thought that was just a nice thing. Well, as we entered the Los Angeles basin, we saw more, and more and more. It seemed like a constant stream of fireworks. And, since no one was on the road, it seemed like we alone experiencing this bombardment. We reached Anaheim, only to see more and more, again.
As we pulled into the small apartment building we were moving into, the sky was still filled with fireworks. This time we saw them from outside our car. The San Clemente Pier was just a short walk from our place, so they seemed to explode right above our heads. As we brought our stuff inside, they ended. We reached our destination. Our lives together and our ministry was just beginning. It still feels like it is just beginning, to be honest.
One thing this memory brings me is a sense that God had orchestrated this event. One more time I give God credit for showing off with the fireworks thing. God loves it when two people join together in marriage. He loves it when people decide to send their lives on a journey of faith and adventure. Most importantly, I had something better than a pillar or fire to guide me out of the wilderness of my childhood to the point of manhood–I had fireworks!
HAPPY 17th TAMMY MY LOVE!