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It is undoubtedly true. At times I doubted that we would pull through.
Remember this: Although the journey is difficult, within site is destiny.

Not far from the banks of a large and winding lake, about a mile away from where my bride's life story began, is where there stands a little country church. It's where the two of us presently worship. 

For documentation, both the Android and iPhones were there.
The parishioners sat patiently in the pews to witness.
The mistress of ceremony conducted us faithfully.
And the minister officiated and prayed for us.
And then, there we were, my bride and me,
renewing our wedding vows after 50 years.

I realize that it truly is history, but still at times,
it all seems a big mystery. Notwithstanding, I spend
no time in wonderment about where all the time went.
The decades of time are swallowed up inside our hearts,
and there it shall dwell until the two of us in our race                                                                                     
toward oneness in marriage have turned to dust.

The mystic of marriage is the pursuit of two becoming one.
Such mathematical feat does not make sense for mortal man.
Yet, since Adam and Eve, that has been God's Divine plan.

My bride and I said, "I do" in 1972, and we said it again Sunday, in 2022.
Through mountains of gain as well as through valleys of pain, our love has
remained.  Albeit, so much has changed.  And yes, it's most certainly true.                                                                    
Our beautiful bodies have been totally rearranged. But our love remains.

Our God has been so very near and awesomely dear.  In spite of our own                                                          
fears and tears, it is His Grace that has gotten us here.  We always thrive
to do our best, but the secret is out no less.  I tell you.  The secret is this:                                                       
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow, and my bride and I have not                                                                      
nor will we reach marital perfection.

070622PSCtest, Anniversary. Sara Kendrick
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