A Bundle of Myrrh

Did any of you ever go through a “Third Wheel” phase (or “Spare Tire” phase in my case)?
That was me, surrounded by love with none for myself. I’m sure that smile did nothing for my single state.

I was often told that my problem was that I was “just too picky”. I guess I was and I knew that having become a Lutheran my chances of finding “love” had gone from slim to skinny.

All my wonderful homies…married.
This scene was kind of my life…minus the “smug”.

Get out the violins…I’m sighing for myself.

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Well, since Grace did ask, maybe it’s time to write down the story of how Phil and I came to be Mr. and Mrs.

Someday my babies might want to know about the funny thing that happened on the way to the seminary. They did ask Phil the other night about how he and Mama met and who knows what he told them. So I’m hear to set the record straight.

Phil and I probably have a lot more “practical” to our love story than “romantic“. We laugh about having an “arranged marriage,” though we arranged ourselves into this Estate. Even so, much to Phil’s horror, there are still some pretty romantic tidbits lurking here. Or perhaps just the ro-manic.

There are several parts to it that I clearly see where the story could have gone much differently and I’d still be in Austin (not the best place for finding single, normal, Lutheran men), in a band, basking in all my tree hugging hippiness, very alone. But that wasn’t what a very very loving God wanted for me and I am grateful!

Really, I was such a catch! (that’s my supermodel face)

So here’s how it happened…for the record.

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