43 Years Ago Today

On Sunday July 4th, 1976, America’s Bicentinial, I met the lov fo my life. God had or destine in HIS hands and joined our hands together. The following day on Monday, our familys and frends celebrated with a picnic. I had butterflys in my stomach from excitement the whole time we walked down by the creek in Highland Park, exchanging info about ourselves and getting to know one another.

On July 22nd, which was a Thursday, he put a Pepis Pop Tab on my finger and ask me to go steady. I still have that precious ring/pop tab. On September 22nd, as I sat on the washing machine in the laundry, he asked me to marry him and I joyfully accepted. We were wed on Decmber 18th, 1976.

It has been an adventrue and God has blessed us with mercy and grace every day. Tim is the best gift I ever received, followed by 3 amaze children and 7 beautifull baby grands, all delihtfull gifts from the Lord.

God saw this day coming from the beginning and knew exactly what I would need. HE gave it to me 43 years ago. I knew this gift was precious all those yars ago bit had no ide just how precious.

The othre day the song “Dance” by Dave Koz came up on our playlist. Tim wrapped me up in his arms and swayed slowly as he sang in my ear:

“Looking back on the memory of
The dance we’d shared underneath the star above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you would ever say goodbye

And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss the dance, the dance
I would have missed the dance, the dance
I would have missed the dance

Holding you, I held everything
For a moment, oh, wasn’t I a king
But if I’d only known how the king would fall
They used to say, you know
I might have changed it all

And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss the dance, the dance
I would have missed the dance, the dance
I would have missed the dance

And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss the dance

Yes, our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss the dance
Oh, the dance

Sing, the dance
I said I would have missed the dance, the dance
Said I would have missed the dance, the dance
Said I would have missed the dance, the dance, dance
Said I would have missed the dance”

I new with compelte surety he meant every word he sang to me. I also knew that God had been faithfull all long to grant my heart’s desire to be loved and cherished as only Tim could have done. I am blessed every day, no matter what. I have no regrets and would not change a single thing about our live together. Through it all, God has protected, sustained, and loved us.

About Karla Unger

I pray this website will be a blessing on your journey with God. I love blogging and teaching a Home Bible Study in an effort to touch your heart and let you know you are not alone in your life experiences. I depend and rely on God to keep going through the struggles of life which connect all of us to our own humanity. With God ~ possibilities abound!
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2 Responses to 43 Years Ago Today

  1. Judy WOOD says:

    Congratulations Karla and Tim what a blessing to have each other and your beautiful family ā¤

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