What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, April 04, 2005

Long ago, in a far off place lived a boy....

This boy knew not his purpose in life or even had decided his goals. He was merely content to play, and to walk on the wild side, and to work with his hands. Each day he entertained himself by imagining himself to be a soldier, or a cowboy, defending his family. He would build things for hours-first with legos and then with stones. He would spend hours working to rebuild a lost legacy by building a stone wall out of stones found on his parents' land. He was content to be alone. He didn't need to have constant company as so many today. He used his time alone for contemplation and growth. Each day he did these things, joyously unaware and unconcerned about growing up. But he did indeed, grow up. Days passed into months, then years and those things he spent his time on as a boy shaped him as a man. This man, has become my husband, and while I may be partial...He is in my estimation the most respectable, most perfect man there could me...exercising not only book-learning and intelligence, but wisdom, and practicality. He is able to talk and teach and work along side people. Each time we visit his parents, I am again made aware of what a unique individual he is. Truly one-of-a-kind. I see it in his actions, and as I flip through pictures of his childhood, and as we drive along side the stone wall that now baracades the house from the road. Matt has been many things in his life...at birth, a two-pound miracle and now, as a man, a mighty Oak.

Here are some pictures of the boy that was shaped by the Lord Almighty to be the man that he is today. I hope you enjoy seeing a side of Matt you have never seen before.

1 comment:

Abigail said...

Did you write by "IMAGINING" himself? He'll certainly be ashamed by this unabashed airing of dirty laundry! (I knew he must have skeletons lurking in his past...)

But he need be embarrassed by nothing else. What a neat tribute to the man you love. I am glad to be friends with two made strong in each other. (And now, Matt, we eagerly await a responding post about your wif' on your blog. With pictures of her as a golden-tressed child, pretty please, for those of us who are half illiterate.)