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12 Years and Counting!

admin — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 04:58:00 +0000

Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. If I’d been asked eleven years ago if our marriage would last, I guarantee the answer would have been a big fat NO. As I recall, there were many who said we’d never make it, but God made a believer out of us all.

It’s funny how things work out, not necessarily how we plan but rather how God plans. My soul finds comfort in trusting that His will for my life is far better than any humanistic imaginings that I can create.

The mountain high and valley low experiences that come with any marriage are the substance that strengthen the unity between the husband and wife. Alas, when you add the Lord to the equation, nothing is impossible…nothing.

Prayer for Him

admin — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 05:59:00 +0000

I continually pray for my husband, not only as a husband and father but more importantly as a child of God. It is inevitable that if he wavers in his walk with the Lord everything else will fall. However, if he is steadfast in his journey of faith all else will remain unmovable. He is the head and he has quite a large responsibility resting on his shoulders, but prayer is what sustains him. Prayer strengthens him during those secret moments of weakness. My prayers surround him daily as he works and during the night as he slumbers.

…that without ceasing I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day. -Holy Bible

I Am Woman, I Don’t Roar

admin — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 04:05:00 +0000

Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honor unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers be not hindered.
I Peter3:7
-Holy Bible

I am woman, I don’t roar. I am soft and sensual. I am the feminine side of his masculinity. I am delicate like a rose, as rare as a red diamond, but as practical as prose. My voice is silky enough to caress his soul yet brazen enough to strike nerves. My eyes are the portals to my soul and when I meet his gaze he is captivated by the love that shows. With my embrace his uncertainties are subdued. I am fragile, unto the weaker vessel, yet strong enough to return that which has been sown unto me. I am his wife, I am woman, I don’t roar.
(c) 2007 Takiela Bynum

Love

admin — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 10:07:00 +0000

O how my heart desires your love,
Your radiant demeanor is that from above.
Our love has been enduringly tested, painfully tried and victoriously proved, And like a tree planted by water, my love for you shall not be moved. Of all other options, you chose me as your wife. I am bound to you with love, for the rest of my life.
With each passing day my love for you grows deeper
Always know you have my heart and that you are its keeper.
O how I do admire you for you’re my spiritual inspiration.
An upright man who does indeed walk worthy of his vocation.
The depth of our love goes beyond realms that were never anticipated. You’ve made many sacrifices for me and it is immensely appreciated. Many times our love enmity has tried to plunder, But what God hath joined together let no man put asunder. Know that with all that we’ve been through
I’d do it over again to share love with you. Copyright 2007