In any given day;
We are teachers.
We are students.
With our lives, we are teaching a class, most likely never realizing the students who are observing, listening and taking notes.
People are watching us.
We are watching them.
There are classrooms assembled everywhere we go.
Sometimes we’re the student.
Sometimes we’re the teacher.
Our lives take center stage and people are wondering, studying and silently asking questions.
The question is though:
What lessons are we teaching?
On October 15, 2019 David and I will be celebrating 25 years of marriage. So hard to believe that this wonderful man comes home every night and parks his car next to mine in the driveway where we live. He chooses to sit beside me at the dinner table. He chooses to hold my hand whenever we are close enough to do so. He chooses to call me periodically throughout the day. He chooses to love me and call me his wife. After twenty five years, I choose him and all of this and more.
I am a blessed woman.
My husband tells me every day what a blessed man he is.
Our marriage is a gift from God.
To celebrate this milestone, we have decided to live out this amazing legacy before our grandchildren, displaying the faithfulness of God through our twenty five years together in a Wedding Vow Renewal Event. Sparing no sparkle, we have gathered our children, grandchildren, family and dear friends around the dinner table for an evening to remember.
With both of us being once divorced, we desperately wanted the generations going forward to inherit a glorious picture of marriage, framed in Godly love.
Though our twenty five years together have encountered its share of misgivings, David and I celebrate a deep affection and unbreakable bond for one another, and desire that our marriage live beyond us as:
a vision of hope rooted in God,
a lesson in love.
…a cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Interestingly, when David and I were just newlyweds all those years ago, still learning about each other, still learning how to blend our families. I remember a man I met on the job who had no idea when he punched in the time clock that morning, he’d be teaching me an impressionable Lesson in Love,
teaching a student watching, observing, listening and taking notes.
Ironically, I punched the time clock that morning to be the teacher, to instruct him and the crew how to use a newly installed system.
Yes, the classroom doors are always open.
Some days we’re the teacher.
Some days we’re the student.
This particular day twenty five years ago I was the student, getting a valuable
LESSON IN LOVE
By Lori A. Alicea
After celebrating Valentine’s Day just a few weeks ago and June fast approaching with summer weddings, surely love is in the air for many. Though a romantic that I believed myself to be, it was after being hired to teach a class where a lesson in true love was unsuspectingly being prepared for me.
I was working the grueling midnight shift in the steel mill one year, teaching workers how to use a newly installed system, when I was introduced to “Frank”.
Initially after meeting “Frank”, I questioned whether our personalities would click. “Frank” was often cranky when things went wrong, yet lightened up later with an offering from his candy dish. “Frank” was tall and full of energy, though humorously odd when answering the phone.
It was quiet that night, as work had halted earlier, leaving “Frank” and I alone to keep watch. To pass the hour, “Frank” had brewed some coffee, inviting me to join.
“Frank” looked comfortable around this makeshift kitchen, finding comforts of home behind a locked cabinet of his. “Frank” must have been a waiter in an earlier day, as he displayed this natural ability to serve.
It’s sad thinking you know a person by believing what you see, instead of what you’ve learned. You wonder how many friendships never bloom, when opposites sometimes fail to give it a chance, even over something simple as a cup of coffee.
As “Frank” began to unwind that evening, I slowly noticed him different. Maybe he made a good impression with the table he set. Or maybe I just realized how easy “Frank” was to talk to.
In the beginning, conversation between “Frank” and I was small talk. Before long though, “Frank” was sharing about the love of his life.
“14 years ago everything changed”, “Frank” said, when the woman he married got sick; she’s been sick every since. Over coffee “Frank” took me down the streets of memory lane, visiting sites of pain and sorrow, yet stopping by to smell their roses of happiness. That night “Frank” exposed the scars of their travels, yet vowed he’d marry her all over again.
Yes “Frank” believed everything changed 14 years ago, but I believe “Frank” forgot what didn’t change, his wedding vows, “in sickness and in health”.
That night I met a man who didn’t change, when everything around him did. “Frank” didn’t leave when his wife needed him most. “Frank” continued to serve, when eyes often didn’t see. That night I met a man who honored “I Take Thee, in spite of sickness.” That night over coffee I met a new found friend; that night I met man.