My husband and I have had lots of crazy jobs. And most of them we’ve done together. Our very first together-job was painting a chimney. I’m sure we painted more than just the chimney, but all I can remember is hugging that thing for dear life hoping we’d make it off the roof to continue our wedded life!
That same month we striped a parking lot — which is actually kinda fun because you get to use spray paint. We also worked at a puppet ministry company, traveled the country as children’s evangelists, worked at an outlet mall, helped start a church, were children’s pastors, did substitute teaching and even went door to door for the US Census.
We’ve lived in 5 states and visited 32 since we’ve been married. We’ve lived in mobile homes, government housing, hotel rooms and friend’s extra rooms. We’ve been all over the place and done all sorts of things — and we’ve done them together.
My husband has made good on a promise he sang to me on our wedding day. From an old Steven Curtis Chapman song (and with a nervous stomach, he told me later) he sang, “I will take a heart who’s nature is to beat for me alone and fill it up with you, make all your joy and pain my own. No matter how deep a valley you go through, I will go there with you.”
He has gone there with me. He’s the one that pounded his fist in anger and sadness at the sin that prompted us to leave our first church job. He was there when the doctors told us our baby was dead in the womb and when her heart beat for the first time.