Shannon here: This week, my awesome critique partner, Brenda Anderson share’s her real-life romance. Usually, I end with the wedding story, but Brenda’s romance continues after the wedding, so we’re starting off with their tearful ceremony. She’s helping me give away another copy of White Roses. Leave a comment on any post this week by August 14, 8:00 PM Central to be in the drawing. Here’s Brenda:
I love music: singing, playing guitar or piano, or just listening to other musicians. My whole family loves to sing, and we even harmonize with each other. My best friends are musicians. I believe God uses music to speak to the heart.
My husband, however, grew up in a family that absolutely cannot sing. They appreciate music, and most play some instrument, but when they try to sing? Cringe. If you enjoy listening to ten sliding keys sung at once, then you’d appreciate their rendition of Happy Birthday. It’s seriously painful.
Ironically, my husband can sing. So, when planning our wedding, we knew it would be filled with music. I tapped my two best friends and an aunt to sing prelude solos. My aunt and a friend shared organ duties, while another played flute. I had a quartet sing Lutkin’s The Lord Bless You and Keep You. We had a couple of congregational hymns, and I even sang Roger Copeland’s The Bridal Prayer immediately before the processional.
We also had a duet planned following the lighting of the unity candle. The pastor and the pianist were the only people who knew who the singers were. My husband and I lit the candle then took each other’s hand as the pianist played the introduction to He Has Chosen You For Me by Pat Terry. Marvin and I took a deep breath … then started singing to each other.
Unbeknownst to us was the waterfall of tears dropping all around the church. My mother-in-law said she kept looking for the singers then finally realized it was her son singing. She teared up. My bridesmaids all cried. The groomsmen sniffled. Even the pastor wiped tears. And yes, the video has proof.
The duet was our gift to each other and to the congregation. 23 years later, people still remember our wedding.
I’m thinking maybe two years from now, when we celebrate 25 years together, we’ll have to try it again.
Like so many authors, I always dreamed of writing a novel, but for many years that’s all it was: a dream. Practicality said that there was no career in writing, so why waste my time?
Fast forward several years later. In the spring of 2005 I was a stay-at-home mom whose three kids were in school full time. (What else is a literature major to do with her degree?) I could do the “practical” thing and get a job, help support the family. I even picked up an application from the local Christian book store.
Then I felt the nudging. The LifeKeys course at our church taught me that God gave us our passions for a reason. Our passions had a purpose. I’d never truly believed that before, but now I gave it consideration. My imagination had never stopped; the stories had become more real, more complex.
It was time to write. Two weeks later I confessed to my husband that I spent my “free” time writing. He told me: “It’s about time.” How’s that for confirmation?
So now, it’s two years and three completed novels later, all stories written in a partnership with God, stories I believe He placed within my psyche for a purpose. It’s my prayer, as I record the stories God has given me, that my words will do them justice, that others will hear the message God wants me to convey.
Come back August 11th for part 2 of Brenda’s story.
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