31 STORIES OF FAITH ADVENTURES
DAY 16: MARRIED - MY BEST FAITH ADVENTURE
In December of 1996, James took me for a walk down Polk street and asked me to marry him. I said, “Yes!”
At the time, I didn’t know about sweet story of that engagement ring. It’s a story that James’s sister Anna shared at Don’s funeral, years later.
It had only been 9 months since Don’s transplant, and the Lane family was still struggling financially. James had been working at Discount Tire for several months, and he and Donnie would construct walls, repair plumbing, and repair the facade on the dilapidated building when they weren’t busy with school or work.
James had picked out the engagement ring at a small jewelry store on 6th street. He had been making small payments on it with the bits of his Discount Tire paycheck that he didn’t give his parents to help keep his family afloat. It was nearing the end of the school semester at WTAMU, and James was anxious to propose before I went home for Christmas break. He was adding up the paychecks he had left, and was discouraged that it wasn’t going to happen.
Don saw how heartbroken James was that his efforts were not enough to have the ring paid for before Christmas break. He decided it was not good and to do something about it. He rounded up cash all afternoon from various sources, including the pawn shop, and he went down to 6th street and made the last payment.
Then he headed to Discount Tire. I wish I could have seen the scene in the tire bay, with James covered in grease and soot hugging his dad with tears in both their eyes.
We had a simple wedding. I knew my parents couldn’t afford something super fussy, and I was shy. The thought of having something that big that was all about me was terrifying. So even though I wanted it to be acceptable, I didn’t mind if it was as simple as I could get away with. We honestly may have spent more on my daughter’s sixteenth birthday last year than we spent on our wedding.
James had planned a little honeymoon to San Antonio. And when we got home from those few days away. We moved into an apartment I had found a few months earlier. I was so thankful to not be living in the dorms anymore.
We were only 20 years old. We were just babies. We had dated three years, so we knew each other well and got along really well. We still do.
It is still quite a big deal to merge a married couple instead of just two kids.
In the King James version, it uses this word “cleave” instead of hold fast. That word seems to add some drama to this business of marriage. And if new marriages can be defined by anything, it might be drama.
Some days it didn’t feel like James was leaving his father and mother to “cleave” into me. We were still in those beginning years of ministry at Citychurch. Our lives were very involved with James’s family’s life. After a few months at the apartment, we had to move in with James’s parents. I was still in college and working part time as a secretary for an accountant, and James was working full time at Discount Tire. We both were helping build Citychurch in our free time.
If I’m honest I wasn’t fully “cleaving” into James yet either. I had grown up in a financially stable home because of the fact that my dad is a hard worker.
As James and I struggled financially and emotionally as a young newlywed couple, I know I had it in the back of my mind that I could always just leave and go home to my parents nice, safe nest.
One day, soon after moving in with James’s parents. Something happened, and I decided that I had hit my limit. I started packing a suitcase, and I said I was leaving. I looked over at James expecting him to be mad that I had finally played this card. He was getting his clothes out of the drawer. I yell, “What are you doing?” I was mad he wasn’t fighting right. He said, “If you are leaving, I’m going with you. I don’t care about anything but you.”
That was a turning point in our married life. We both knew that we had to put our faith fully in each other for it to work.
After about six months of married life, James was given a full time job at Citychurch with a very small salary and a parsonage to live in. That was a huge blessing to have privacy again and for James to be able to concentrate full time on the ministry.
I continued to work part-time until after Lucy was born, and then I just went to school and took care of her.
James was able to find a way to make extra money by doing video work several Christian camps during the summer, a few video projects, and some filming gigs with friends in town.
When Lucy was 3, we were finally had enough money together to buy our first house. James continued to do extra video work. He would make a little extra money in the spring filming ballet recitals and selling DVDs.
The year that the church was able to give him enough of a raise so that he could just concentrate on Citychurch’s summer ministry instead of being gone to camps and having his attention divided was really good.
God has been faithful to take care of our family throughout the years.
This story of putting my faith in my husband and in God to provide for our family or my story yesterday about moving to Amarillo might seem small. Compared to what my friend David is about to do, it is.
Our family get the New York Times. I don’t have a lot of time to sit and read it, but my son Andrew is using it for school reports this year in his home schooling. I flipped through the Sunday paper and saw a report about assassinations of villagers by the Boko Haram in one of the countries in Africa that James has visited.
Later this week I saw a news report that President Obama is sending troops to that African country to help protect communities from the Muslim extremist group that has moved in.
Our friend David has a trip planned to that country. He is going right into the bees’ nest of Boko Haram to carry the hope of the gospel.
That type of trip takes extreme faith, but God has proven himself faithful to my friend David over and over again. God’s sent angels to protect him. He’s changed men’s hearts right in front of David. God’s kept him from being put in prison for evangelizing muslim communities. God’s delivered babies in huts during breech births. He’s led David’s steps over deserts, and He has led his boats over dangerous rivers and lakes.
Maybe you are at a place of simple steps of faith, putting your faith in God to provide for you or putting trust in your husband. Or maybe God is calling you to something bigger. The good news is that God will be there to lead you right where you are at, and God will provide the faith and the wisdom just as you need it.
I like to share a song with each blog post. There are a dozen different songs that I could have chosen to go with this blog post, but I'm going to go obscure on you. This song isn't on YouTube or even iTunes.
Just click the skip forward button and listen to TRACK 8 - FOUND SOMEONE. It is a sweetly written song. Andy and I made friends as fellow Ben Kweller fans. I really like track 1 'Round the Bend and track 7 Evening Sun off this album. If you want to purchase a track, click here and you can name your own price.