While young men dreamt of kneeling before the damsel of their dreams to ask "will you marry me?" In the quietness of my own lonely world, I always wondered, "who will marry me?" Why will any jewel, divinely crafted, choose to fuse her heart and life with mine? My past was a tale of brokenness and healing. My future not so certain for nothing was really promised. I had no comeliness for which I was to be desired. The burdens of the Lord had "damaged" me so; kneeling with a ring in my hand was not a luxury I could afford nor a thought worthy to entertain. To this day, I still unsuccessfully labour to unravel the mystery that is your choice to do destiny with me, my jewel. Alas, you took an irreversible leap of faith into the unknown. Choosing to be my bride even when it did not make sense to. You locked your hands, eyes, and heart with mine and promised to follow wherever I lead. You have lived with me, warred with me, cried with me, and stood by me. My wife, my beloved, my companion, my fellow-missionary, prophet, warrior, and intercessor. The greatest treasure God has given to me after Himself. Every time I look at you, It is easy to see that you were sculptured different. Nothing; not your beauty or love mirror anything earthly or fallen. In a world where love has been tokenised and intimacy has become transactional, you, my darling, like a typhoon breeze have lavished love on me rocking the very essence of my being and uprooting any doubts locked within crevices of my soul. You make loving and obeying Jesus easy and loving you a divine adventure. Seventeen years have flown by so quickly. Seems like just yesterday our journey of faith began. At the beginning you chose me, now I choose you everyday. I am permanently locked in, and look forward to forever. Loving you freely and unconditionally, until Jesus comes to take us home. Happy 17th Anniversary, Babe ❤️