I wanted to make sure.
He was kind of dogged and dissed and dismissed by me last year, in 2011, at times.
And 2012 is so much different -- we feel so much closer, so I needed to verify.
He answered, "Just keep running the race, and don't worry about whether you're in the race or not."
I am his.
He paid for me, putting down a seriously healthy and worthy down payment.
The best dowry any man could ever pay for a woman, or anybody...
"I already told you 'It is yours...'"
It was nearly 10 years ago when that promise was spoken resolutely in the space of my tummy, and it's almost our anniversary.
At least, the 10th anniversary of that powerful spring day when the Holy Ghost showed me without a doubt that Christ is real -- and He is closer than we sometimes think.
Or act like.
But I am moving on.
Keep on trucking, baby.
Uh oh, I feel some Anthony Hamilton coming on: "No matter what the people say..."
He is still blessing.
He is still protecting.
He is still prospering.
"Yeah, the tide is turning now, shifting gears..."
You know I couldn't go a whole post without dropping a Da T.R.U.T.H. lyric in there somewhere.
"Save me from myself," I also asked this morning, like Brian 'Head' Welch also pleaded.
It's already happening.
The consistent time with Him every morning helps me hear Him better... and I'm addicted to it.
The marital therapy is helping...
The ideas are flowing...
We are on the precipice of something great.