Somewhere in this World: A Thanksgiving Meditation for my Wife

  • November 28, 2013

Cade and Amy

I am thankful.

This Thursday was a bit different for us. It was the first time for either me or my wife to not be with our family on Thanksgiving. We’re certainly grateful for the many friends from Indiana and Kentucky who invited us into their homes to celebrate with them, and we really did have a great day. Still, we certainly missed being around our grandmothers’ kitchen tables, and the long distance between them and us weighed heavily on our hearts.

And that’s why tonight as the day draws to a close I’m all the more grateful for Amy.

For lots of reasons I suppose, being an only child, and most importantly because of my disability, as I grew up my parents and grandparents always insisted on two absolute truths – I was irrevocably loved, and God had a special young lady chosen to be my wife, my “help meet.”

And they were right.

I can’t imagine life without her. I can’t imagine ministry in a local church without her. Wise old Lemuel once asked a very good question, “An excellent wife who can find” (Proverbs 31:10)? Sitting in the back of the room I confidently raise my hand. I have found her, or rather in the inscrutable sovereignty of God, somewhere in this world she and I have found each other.

I’ve sometimes imagined what it must have been like for Adam to wake up in Eden’s version of a recovery ward, after his deep sleep through side surgery, and see the special creation of God, Eve, staring back at him. It may have taken a while for the strong anesthesia to wear off before he realized that he really wasn’t dreaming. She was actually there. God had made her. And God had brought her to him.

I would have liked to have seen that moment, but in a very real way I have lived that moment. Life before Amy is still somewhat of a groggy memory, and I’ve woken up and found that God has blessed me richly with a gift “more precious than jewels.”

Later in the book of Genesis we’re told that Isaac loved his wife Rebekah (Genesis 24:67) and that because he loved her he prayed for her (Genesis 25:21). So tonight before I go to sleep I’ll follow our patriarch Isaac’s example and pray for my wife, and I’ll also be sure to say a word of thanksgiving for her too.

And I’ll also be speaking another word of gratitude. I’m thankful not only for the wife that God has given me; I’m also grateful for the family that God gave me that prepared me to be her husband. Marriage, we’re told, is for the purpose of a man leaving his father and mother and cleaving to his wife (Genesis 2:24). As I’ve spent today away from my mom and dad, I’ve done so knowing that it was their sacrifices, their examples, their teaching, and their prayers that made my own leaving and cleaving possible. So I pray for my wife out of thanksgiving tonight knowing full well that they were praying for her long before we ever met, and in that truth I am doubly blessed.

My mom told me more than once when I was younger and as I grew into my teenage years, that she always prayed for the woman who would be my wife. She always told me that the song Somewhere in the World, by Wayne Watson, was her song about a girl she had never met, but believed with all her heart was heading toward us. The words to that song go like this:

Somewhere in the world today
A little girl will go out to play
All dressed up in mama’s clothes
At least that’s the way that I suppose it goes

Somewhere in the world tonight
Before she reaches to turn out the light
She’ll be prayin’ from a tender heart
A simple prayer that’s a work of art

And I don’t even know her name
But I’m prayin’ for her just the same
That the Lord will write His name upon her heart

‘Cause somewhere in the course of this life
My little boy will need a godly wife
So hold on to Jesus, baby wherever you are

Somewhere in the world out there
That little girl’s learnin’ how to care
She’s pickin’ up her mama’s charms
Or maybe swingin’ around in her daddy’s arms

Somewhere in the world to be
Though the future’s not really clear to me
Theirs could be a tender love
Grounded in eternal love above

And I don’t even know her name
But I’m prayin’ for her just the same
That the Lord will write His name upon her heart

‘Cause somewhere in the course of this life
My little boy will need a godly wife
Oh, so hold on to Jesus, baby wherever you are
Oh, hold on to Jesus, baby wherever you are

My parents prayed for Amy long before we ever met. How could they have ever known that through all those years we drove past her house hundreds of times without knowing it? As we drove down Liberty Road, Amy was there in her house, playing, living, dreaming. And all that time she was the subject of strangers’ prayers. All that time she was caught up in a plan going far back into the distant reaches of eternity past, when God himself in his infinite love had set us apart to love one another in this life.

The Thanksgiving holiday is over after tonight. We’re all going to bed a bit more full than we did last night. We’re still going to bed with long distances between us and our families that we love. Yet I’m going to bed knowing that we are caught up in a love story far bigger than our little minds can imagine, and far bigger than the small distance between Indiana and Mississippi, and far longer than the years of our little lives. I’m about to go upstairs and tell my wife goodnight, and go to sleep next to her, resting deeply in the knowledge that I am indeed the most blessed man on earth.

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