It seems I have invited myself into another family these last few months. Sure, I still have my own and Tony's, who I love dearly. I am blessed to have such amazing support and love.
This other family of 4 was an answer to a prayer that I wrote in my journal about a year before Tony and I married. He and I were "getting serious" and felt it would be a wise investment in our future to find a Godly couple to mentor us.
So we began to pray. And pray. And believe God. And keep our eyes out for just the right folks.
It was a year and half later, about 4 months after our wedding, when God answered our prayer. We didn't know it at the time, but when we signed up for a newly married small group through our church, God was bringing us life-long mentors and friends.
That is when we met Mark and Michelle Jordan, and their beautiful daughters Emily and Nicole.
A few weeks into our gatherings, Tony and I were in love with this family. We loved to hear how Mark and Michelle did married life together and were convinced that when we had children, we would have them on a parenting hotline. We would constantly ask the question, "What would the Jordans do?"
We had no idea God would place such amazing people in our lives. And we thought it was just for marriage and family advice.
They became so much more. I was faced with some urgent financial decisions shortly after Tony's passing. I was driving down the road one day, bawling my eyes out, and God brought to my mind, "What would the Jordans do?"
One phone call later, and the Jordans joined me in the "trenches" of my tragedy, dregging through important decisions, and hard tasks, and realities that no one would ever wish to face.
I loved the words of wisdom I heard recently that said who you take advice from will ultimately be who you become. The Jordans are defintely like the folks I want to become.
These verses in Proverbs 15:22 are so true, "Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed." I am forever grateful for their continued counsel.
There are no words to thank them enough. No words.
Dearly loved, and loving the Jordans,