This week's blog is an interesting story about a strange coincidence regarding my husband. I promise it's all true!
When I was in my early twenties I was a college drop out, in debt, and divorced. I was lost so I did what I usually do - I turned to books. One book in particular held a special place during this time - The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.
The Prophet is a book of poetic essays that cover a variety of issues like love, pain, beauty, freedom, and death. They are beautiful, spiritual, and inspirational. They were my rock during a difficult time. If you haven't read it yet - I encourage you to do so.
Fast forward a few years when I felt I was no longer lost. The path was not completely clear, but I knew I was on my way to a better life. I had come to the place where I realized what I wanted and understood what I would not settle for.
That's when I met my husband - James Young. (He goes by Jim but I'm telling you his full name for a reason that I will get to later.) I didn't know at the time that Jim was my path, but after years of dating, we were married on a mountain top in Utah. Though we are both spiritual, we are not religious so we had a non-denominational preacher marry us.
During his speech - unbeknownst to us ahead of time- he quoted The Prophet:
"Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love."
I was thrilled. This seemed to solidify the fact that Jim and I were meant to be.
But that's not all -
Days later when we were at home discussing our wedding - I pulled out my copy of The Prophet to show Jim the quote. I opened up to the page immediately.
The reason I opened to the page immediately was because there was a folded newspaper clipping bookmarking the page. It was an article about Nick Cave - my favorite singer.
But what was on the other side of the clipping would take my breath away:
Written there on the clipping that was bookmarking the very quote used in our wedding was my husband's name. Somehow, years ago, I had inadvertently put my future husband's name into the book that had guided me to him. The same book - the same page even- that would be quoted on the day that I married him.
Fate? Destiny? Or just a strange coincidence? I don't know, but Jim and I will celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary this Friday. Twenty years of joy and sorrow, ups and downs, good times and bad. Luckily the joys, ups, and good times have far outweighed the bad times. Over twenty years together and we still love each other as much, if not more, than we ever did.
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