Many years ago, my daughter Debbie told me that even if she fell in love with someone, if he wasn't also considering mission work, she wouldn't marry him. When she met Steve, he was already working with a small mission out of El Paso, TX...the very place we had moved to for a furlough! And Debbie, having just graduated with her nursing degree, was living with us.
Eight years ago they were married, and we thanked God for this addition to our family. Steve is a remarkable young man, and a really good father, besides loving God and our dear daughter. (It was sort of cool to find out that Steve's family is also from northern Indiana, as is mine; and his mother is also named Becky.) They now have two gorgeous little girls, and are in the Middle East learning Arabic. It's hard not being able to see them more often, but we can Skype, something which missionaries in generations past didn't have!
I wrote this poem for their wedding:
WE DO
Come, take this hand that feels in yours
the strength and tenderness that blend
to promise that, from this day on,
'tis you will be my dearest friend.
Come, take this heart that sees in yours
the future that I'm dreaming of,
and share this pledge: from this day on,
'tis you alone will be my love.
Let's take God's hope that reaches out
to bind our spirits, so they hold
the essence of eternal trust
embedded in our bands of gold.
Let's take His peace and let it be
an anchor for our confidence,
a calm that heals, that feeds and seals
our faith in God's omnipotence.
Let's take His joy that swirls around
our souls with firm and gentle grace
that lifts us up and bids us dance
in answer to its sweet embrace!
And then we'll take our sandals off,
kneel side by side on sacred sod,
and vow before the Burning Bush
that He alone will be our God!
-Becky Rhon
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(Note: my poetry has been used in prayer letters, church bulletins, retreats, etc. which is great, but PLEASE let me know!! Thanks.)
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