Six years ago today I was absolutely knackered having barely slept.
Six years ago today I was walking around a little bed-sit in North Scotland in a crisp-white shirt, royal blue tie and a stunning pair of multi-coloured boxer shorts.
Six years ago today I was trying to work out how to put a kilt on.
Six years ago today I recall distinctly not being in any doubt whatsoever that I wanted to marry Mairi; she had become a singularity of focus as the gift of God to me that I knew she was.
Six years ago today I had no idea at all about what lay ahead for us in God, in society, in culture or in the Church.
Six years ago today I knew that Jesus had brought us together and that He had brought us together to exact restoration.
Six years ago today my Dad read Jeremiah 33 from the Bible as a kind of original I Am Legend meets The Hobbit’s Shire.
Six years ago today I can recall mistake after mistake but also good call after good call – grace and mercy and the miracle of union with Christ.
Six years ago today I recall a church service divided between those who got it (arms high and hearts abandoned) and those who simply didn’t (blank at best, glaring at worst).
Six years ago today Jesus saw our hearts and our lives perfectly and with forensic detail from completion.
Six years ago today I recall a very different society and a very different Church.
Six years ago today He saw this short blog tumble out of my fingers like He had before the Earth was even a thing.
Six years ago today I had less fat, less grey and less muscle.
Six years ago today prophecy was thundered from the Bible – and from prayer – over our reformatory callings and our restorative lives.
Six years ago today, we spent a couple of nights on the shores of Loch Ness before a couple of weeks in Sri Lanka.
Six years ago today we were not who we have become and today – or six years from now – who we will have become.
Six years ago today we were yet to scale several very intimidating munros, those within and those without; but, six years ago today, we were not ready.
Six years ago today it was grace upon grace upon grace upon grace and six thousand years from now nothing will have changed.
Sweet Mairi, I love you with all of my heart xxx
23 years, come May 4th.
Thank you for the reminder.