Forty Years
For a long time only our immediate family knew we were living in the back of our 1949 Ford truck. Homeless. For two love-struck newlyweds, we just thought of it as an extended honeymoon camping trip. That’s how our married life began. Shortly after we were married, my father-in-law sat us down and drew a triangle on a piece of paper. On one bottom corner he wrote Tom. On the other he wrote Karen. At the top he wrote God. He drew an arrow from each name heading towards God and said the closer we got to God, the closer we would get to each other. He was right. I think of the 40 years the Israelites spent in the wilderness on their way to the Promised Land. Like them, we learned our own hard lessons. But we also have been incredibly blessed in our own promised land—God is still at the top of our triangle—and Tom and I are closer than ever. We started poor but we were rich in the ways that mattered. ...