It was my wife’s birthday this week, so I wrote this.
42 years of fun, championing the poor, challenging others to be more, courageous honesty, beauty, fearlessness, wisdom, and changing hair colours.
She’s even better than you think she is. After all she’s still married to me despite being on the other end of the bullying, rumours, scheming against us and general nastiness that comes along with the good parts of my calling.
She supports me through Ankylosing Spondylitis, chronic depression, anxiety, PTSD, two learning disabilities and inspires me to keep going.
She always sees and expects the best of people even if they can’t see it themselves.
She dreams impossible dreams and makes them happen.
She drags the future into the present.
She defends those who won’t or can’t defend themselves.
She’s not worried about reputation or approval or being good by the standards of a broken world.
She’s always learning.
She’s a brilliant photographer.
She’s an organiser.
She’s kind and good and true.
Some seem to insist on believing the worst of her and still she keeps going and keeps being who God calls her to be.
She’s a blessing in the truest sense of the word.
If you don’t know her, or don’t believe me, it’s your loss.