King couldn’t offer me the moon because it was too far. He couldn’t offer me the sun because it was too hot. He couldn’t offer me wealth because he had none. But he offered me his love. Exactly nine years ago, he asked me to be his queen. I said yes then, and I would say yes again and again and again.
I love you, babe. You, next to Jesus, are God’s greatest gift to me. You are one of the best reminders of God’s extraordinary work in my life. I cannot thank Him enough for taking me out of the mire, out of the desert, and for ushering me into a new, full life. He redeemed and restored me. He made me new. And as if that wasn’t enough, He blessed me. He gave me you. Happy “ninth proposal anniversary!” I love you. 🙂