The Wading Pool

See that guitar pick?  My bride got it for me on Father’s Day,  found a frame for it and put it on my nightstand.  Every morning when I wake up, I see that pick.  Every night when I lay down, it’s there, reminding me that this lovely lady believes what it says:  “I’d pick you every time.”

There’s no way you could know how much that means to me.  When I see that, I’m reminded of all the times when she has, in fact, chosen me, over and over again.

She had her pick of beaus back in the day…and she picked me.

Early in our marriage, when the only kid she had to worry about was me, when I put her through a LOT…she picked me.  When the world would have told her to drop me like a sack of potatoes…she picked me again.

On the days when I’ve not been the lovable, wonderful chap you all know..she still picks me.

When I’m depressed, discourage, down and out, she picks me.  When I’m not much help around here, or stuck in a cocoon of self..she pics me.

When I’m at my worst…she still picks me.

And I can’t tell you how glad I am that she does!

Proverbs 18:22 says “He who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor from the Lord.”

Then in Proverbs 31:10: “Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies.” 

Me!!! This guy!  I DID!

And I am so grateful and thankful for her.  She picked me!