I used to keep a journal, back in my teenage years. Each entry would start off "Dear Timmy". I would then go on to write about my daily happenings, my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes and dreams. I'm not sure exactly when "Timmy" became the name, or why, but I do know that I eventually decided I was going to marry someone who would change their name to Timmy for me.
I no longer consistently keep a journal. Part of that is because I no longer have time. Part of that is because I blog. But mostly, it is because I have Timmy. I have my wonderful husband, who is willing and wanting to listen to my daily happenings, my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes and dreams.
As a teenager, I prayed for "Timmy". I prayed that if God chose to give me a husband, he would be one who would challenge me spiritually. I prayed that we would be able to serve together in ministry. I prayed that we would be in love and enjoy eachother.
Three years ago today, God answered that prayer. Happy anniversary, Tim! You are better than I ever imagined. I love you!