I may not be remembered by many. And that’s okay. But in this life of mine I have known greatness because I have been loved by two great men.
Both men died because of a love so immense they protected it with their very lives. They no doubt died with me on their minds…perhaps even my name on their lips. I am deserving of neither. One will never be able to hold me again in this world. One is the only thing that holds me together in this world. One created the other just for me. A thought so profound it required a name change. Just like Abram became Abraham, Jacob became Israel, Saul became Paul…I became Heather Gray because God ordained it.
It was thirteen years ago today that I was asked if I was willing to accept this amazing gift.
It was thirteen years ago today I was asked if I would spend the rest of my life with the man who would literally spend the rest of his with me.
Thirteen years ago, on the one year anniversary of our first date, I stood beneath the wooden planks of a pier and watched one of God’s most beautiful creations humble himself as he dropped to one knee. He said he loved me and asked if I loved him. But even I was deceived by my answer because I truly had no idea then how much I was capable of loving. Or how vast would be the love I have felt.
Twelve years together is not nearly long enough to explore the depth of love possible between two people. It requires a lifetime. And a lifetime is what we were given. His lifetime. And in the life span of our marriage existed joy and sorrow, peace and pain, pleasure and heartache. All the key ingredients for a genuine relationship.
You cannot completely appreciate the fullness of life until you have tasted death. And it is through the death of these two men that I have known greatness. Jesus said he came so that we may have life and have it abundantly. David was the outpouring of that abundance. I sometimes question if I had known then how our story would end, would I have said yes all those years ago? There are moments the agony of having my heart amputated is so great I am tempted to say no. But amputation can only occur on something that was once alive. And I know my heart only learned to live when the love of two great men converged and gave it it’s rhythm.
So, the answer is yes. Then. Today. Always.