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For Terry, With Love

I guess I could be called sappy. Maybe even “mushy”. Definitely “dramatic”. I saw the little saying below on Facebook today, and I just had to share it. As soon as I read it, I thought that it sounded like something my husband would say! He’s very romantic, when he wants to be. Let’s just forget about last year’s Christmas gift, okay? I don’t want him to feel bad. So, I won’t mention that. No way. Let’s not talk about the wrapped box of Stove Top Stuffing I got last year, okay? Okay. Good. When he wants to be, he can be so sweet, so thoughtful.

If you’ve known me long, you know that  we have an amazing story. And it just keeps getting better and better!

I’ll be honest, life in the ministry isn’t exactly a cake walk. Being in full time ministry doesn’t provide a magic bubble which protects you from all harm and loss. In fact, I think it entices the Devil to throw a few extra darts at you! When the storm rages in my soul, when I cry tears all through the night, what a comfort it is to have the arms of my husband around me, listening to me, praying with me, telling me I’m doing well; telling me just to hang on a while longer.

I love my man. I don’t care what he does for a living, I just love him. If he goes to a foreign field to win the lost, or decides to dig ditches in Albuquerque, I want to be right beside him. I know that if he had to give up everything for me, he would. I know that the little saying below is true. I don’t deserve his love, but I am thankful to be “his world”. And I want him to know he’s mine.

I LOVE YOU, TERRY LEE BASHAM, II!! 

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