The Legacy of Ed Esau

From the moment I met you, you accepted me.

You loved me unconditionally and accepted me into your family as one of your own.

I always felt loved and cherished, like one of your own.

When I married into this family I became an Esau.

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I took the name Esau and with that name came a legacy.

A legacy that I hope to uphold and pass on even when the patriarch is gone.

A legacy of loving your spouse through thick and thin.  Of staying together because a promise was made and your word is your bond.

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A legacy of honour and integrity.

Of speaking truth in love and giving others the benefit of the doubt.

A legacy of caring deeply for friends and family.

Of giving generously of time and talents because unselfishness brings joy.

A legacy of respect.

A legacy of patience.

Of being slow to anger and abounding in love.

Of being joyful in all circumstances.

A legacy of desiring to be obedient to God before all else.

And to love God more than self.

These are the characteristics that I pray continue to be passed from generation to generation.

There are other legacies that I hope will also be passed on.

Like the legacy of Peanut Butter Balls.  Delivered at Christmas.

Of taking time to play with grandchildren.  Rides, dress up, games and Easter Egg hunts with clues.

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The legacy of patience that takes the time to teach the art of bricklaying to your son.

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The legacy of camping with family because family is everything.  Cooking, napping, fishing, tubing, and firesides are all part of the perfect camping trip!

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The legacy of spontaneous morning breakfasts at MJ’s.

You’ve taught us how to laugh and be silly.  A new joke needs to always be at the ready.

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I have never doubted your love and I pray you have never doubted mine.

Ed Esau you are a legacy.  A living legacy that will continue for generations.

Thank you for living well.

 

A week ago I was driving home from a hydro appointment.  The fog had been so thick all day that you just couldn’t see more than a few 100 feet.

As I was coming home, the fog started to lift.

It sat just above my car but was still very very thick.

Suddenly the fog started to break.

It would break and I would clearly see the blue sky beyond.  And then it would close up again.  And then it would open, and close and open and close.

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I couldn’t help but think that is what it will be like when we leave this broken world and break through the veil.

There are times we catch glimpses of glory and then it closes again.

Someday, we will all break through and be able to see clearly beyond the fog.  And we will bask in the light of the SON and it will be glorious.

At that exact moment the song, I can only Imagine, came on the radio.  I can’t help but rejoice knowing that the hope of heaven is what gives us hope in times of sorrow and pain.

Oh glorious day!

I love you Dad.

Love Lynette

 

 

18 years

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18 years.

The first time I met you was at a Bible Study.

You were leading it.

My friends and I were way too young to be attending a College and Career group but they said all the good guys would be there and I didn’t want to be left out.  I was embarrassed to be there.

I wanted to go to Youth Group, not check out guys at College and Career.

But there you were.  Leading the Bible Study.

I wish I knew what the subject was on that day, but I don’t remember.

I do remember that you spoke as one who knew and believed what you were saying.  And I thought to myself, “Some day I’d like to marry a guy like him.”   I was 15, you were 20.

I didn’t think any more of you for a long time.  Once in a while my friends and I would see you on the street as you lived down the street from my best friend.  We always thought we should hook you up with her.

Five years later I was 20 and you were 25.  I was helping lead our Youth Group.  We were going to the Newsboys concert and needed another driver.  The youth leader said his buddy is always up for helping and he’d call him up.  You were that buddy.

You willingly drove kids to the concert.  We sat together on the main floor and decided that the concert was way too loud for us.  That our ears were ringing and that we were just too old for loud concerts.

I enjoyed my time with you that evening and thought about you a lot over the next few weeks.

The youth leader invited you to lead a Bible study and prayer night at youth one night.   Suddenly you were there again.  Often.

You started coming to help out more and more.  And my heart started melting.

One night you asked me for coffee after.  I think we went to Smitty’s.  That started a very good thing.

I couldn’t believe you picked me.   Me to be your friend.  Me to be you girlfriend.

You wooed me and sought me with Rocky Mountain Chocolate from Banff.  Skittles with notes on my car window at work, DQ cake, and Snackwiches late at night.

You taught my family to play Pole Economy and they were hooked.  You played the Farming Game on Sundays with the family and I fell in love.

You taught me to drive stick shift (well tried anyway…), you taught me to trust someone and you taught me what love looks like.

We bought a ring and got married.   I was 21 and you were 26.   We flew into Halifax for our honeymoon and drove wherever the road led.  To the light houses, sail boats, dolphin watching, waterfalls, museums, reversing tides, hospital, charming Inns, bright leaves, McLobsters, quaint villages, underground mines, and so much more.  We spent almost every penny we had.  Came home with $20 to last us until next paycheque.

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You started your dream job as a full time job as a youth pastor a month before we got married.  We spent many hours at camp, dressing up, taking youth out for coffee, laughing and crying.

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We bought a house that badly needed fixing.  Remember all the work you did, how the basement flooded a LOT?  How you almost died in the basement while painting?  How God protected us?  How a dumpy old place became a home?

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When we got pregnant with Anicka you were so proud.  You loved her before she was born with a love that was indescribable.  When she finally came you held her for the first hour of her life and sang to her.  You were so excited you called people in the wee hours of the morning to tell them you were a daddy.  Very quickly she had your wrapped around her little finger.

When Mason was born you added space in your heart to love him as well.  He became your shadow.

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When I look at you being a dad to our children, my heart swells with gratitude and pride.  I find myself admiring you be your natural self being in your comfort zone of daddy hood.  The sleepovers, the truck talks, the fishing, the cookie baking, the crazy games like “Mason on the cob”.  You became their hero.

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Remember all the fun times with the kids when we did spur of the moment adventures.  We took them out of school to go to the Mint, or Toad Hall Toys, or for a surprise weekend away.  We have had great times seeing what Manitoba has to offer:  the Children’s museum, glow in the dark mini golf, the Manitoba Museum, the Aviation museum, Upper Fort Garry, The Forks, many trips to Sub-Zero, the Corn Maze, Mulvey Market, the Fossil Museum, Red River Ex, Code Breakers, the Electrical Museum, Fireworks at the Honey Festival, fishing for Cats in the River, Grand Beach, River tubing, and many more.  We have hitched along with you many times on weekend jobs up north and gone along on Saturday’s when you’ve had to work.  I love how you spend time with us and are up for adventure.

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I love how you take care of me when I need it the most.  Like when we were first married you surprised me with an overnight trip complete with McCain’s cake. And when our girl was a baby you surprised me and made arrangements for her to be away for the night and we went for one night to Winnipeg.   Remember how you remembered to pack everything except you forgot to leave her carseat with the sitter?  When I turned 30 you planned the most amazing weekend away complete with a shopping spree, tons of cake from Baked Expectations and a surprise dinner with friends.  Or the time we were supposed to take the kids camping for May long and the forecast was rainy and we went to a hotel for night and had a great time playing games and swimming?  After my grandma died you made arrangements with my boss to give me time off and surprised us all by giving us an hour to pack for a weekend away and how we all forgot to bring PJ’s and had to buy new ones at Walmart?

On Saturday’s you have made blueberry pancakes or fresh cinnamon buns for me or the kids because you knew a sleep in would make me a better mother. You have made many delicious meals for me knowing how much I hate cooking and how much I love what you cook.

You have fed my sweet tooth often.  Remember when you made that heart shaped cake with cherries and pudding and icing and all that yummy stuff?   Remember when I couldn’t decide which of your desserts I wanted for my birthday so you made all three of my favorite cheese cakes from scratch?  You bring me treats to work and hide chocolates all over the house around Valentine’s every year.

I love how you notice ways to make my life easier and surprise me things like the time you bought me with a new dishwasher that actually got stuck on food off and how you installed it before I came home.  Or when you surprised me with a new mixer and I had to try it out immediately?  And that time you blew me out of the water with a new phone?  And Camera?  At the same time!  Remember that time you came home from the States with so. much. candy?  We thought we had died and gone to heaven!  When you bought me a weed whacker for Mother’s day, others laughed but my heart melted.  When you bought me a swing for our Anniversary and we had no place to hang it so we had to build a deck?  And how that deck resulted in us building a table?  And how that table cut our boys toes off?  And how we learned about God and grace and His amazing Grace? I love when we go for lunch or breakfast together, MJ’s for breakfast and Doener for lunch.

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I loved our trip to Europe and the time we had to reconnect with each other without the kids.  Let’s do that again sometime:)

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I love that you love me no matter what time I get up in the morning, how much I weigh, or if I cook good food or not.  You are forgiving and kind, and a man of integrity.  I will gladly spend another 18 years with you.  I love you Trevor!

JOY?

Joy

Ever had one of those days?  Or maybe one of those weeks?  Maybe even months?

You know what I am talking about.

You get an A on your first paper.

Your parents surprise you by giving you money toward tuition.

You get asked to go to the Christmas Banquet by that guy you’ve had your eye on.

Life just seems to be full!  Full. Of. JOY!!!

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Have you ever had one of these days?  Or weeks?  Or months?

You know what I am talking about.

Your books didn’t come in in time for your first paper.

Your student loan didn’t go through.

Your grandparent died.

Your parents are separating.

Your best friend isn’t talking to you.

You can’t even remember when the last time was you felt joy.

I’ve had one of these months.

When I read the email Kaitlyn sent me asking me if I would speak about joy- I laughed at God.

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Did he not see that right now I have little cause for joy?  What a joke!  My husband is off work with a complication from a dog bite, I am doing my job at SBC as well as his in the afternoons and some evenings, PLUS driving our kids to youth, wrestling and other extra curricular things. I lead a discipleship group and still have to do laundry, dishes, and groceries and make meals.

I don’t feel joy- I. Feel.  TIRED!

And then, before I could respond to her email, she comes into my office and asks if I got her email.  “Yes, yes I did.”  I told her.  “BUT if you are looking for someone to share about the joy in their life then I am not the one to do it right now.”

That morning I had already had a major cry over how overwhelmed I was with life.

“If you are looking for someone who is trying to FIND joy then maybe I could share at Chapel.”  Is what I said.

I even told her that I feel joy is a choice.  I said it with conviction and then thought “I don’t know if I really even believe that right now.”

So I took the challenge.  Maybe it wasn’t a joke; maybe God wants me to really be looking for the joy in the hardships.

Wouldn’t you know, suddenly the word JOY began popping up in my life everywhere.

I bought a bunch of books at MCC for a craft.  The box they packed it in?  Was from JOY detergent.

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As I put the Christmas decorations up at my house I realize that I have a lot of things with JOY on them. Wreaths, ornaments, books.  It seemed to be everywhere.

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And then a post from Ann Voskamp came across my Facebook.  “Joy is always possible because there is always, always, always something to be thankful for.”

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Shoot.  There it was.  Joy is a choice to be thankful.  I guess I really should start looking around for things to be thankful for.  Start looking for the beauty around me, give thanks, and find joy.  I can do this!

Just give me a glimpse-Lord- I prayed.

I drove my daughter to an emergency Orthodontist appointment in Winnipeg and thought, “Ugh, another thing I have to add in my already busy schedule.” I was stewing about it all the way there.  My daughter and I drove in silence.  As I slowed down at the construction zone on the highway I glanced out of my window.  There in the ditch was a beautiful Red Fox.

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Just sauntering along the highway.   “Wow,” I thought, “That is beautiful!”  And then I remembered that I was looking for beauty and thanks and joy.  Answered prayer?  Maybe.

The next day my daughter and I were in the car again.  This time driving our dogs to Ile Des Chenes for grooming appointments.  As we slowed down to let an ambulance pass us we noticed 8 bald eagles in the grove of trees along the highway!

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Wow!  Beautiful!  Answered prayer?  Maybe.

But this is not how I expected to find joy this weekend.  I thought maybe someone would offer to make us supper, or clean my house, or my kids would have an amazing attitude.  THAT is where I was looking for joy.  Instead God decided to show me the beauty in nature and remind me of the verses from when I was a kid.

Verses like:  Matthew 6:26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

Okay, so I am starting to get it.  As overwhelmed as I am.  He will look after me.

What about the fox?  Matthew 8:20  And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”

Joy IS one of the advent themes and I was starting to get it now! He came.  He came here for me.  He came not to make a home on earth but to make a way for me to have an eternal home in heaven.

I honestly don’t think that Mary was struck with joy when the angel Gabriel announced she would be carrying the Messiah.  Fear?  Yes.  Confusion? Yes.   But Joy?  I don’t know.

And when they had to travel to Bethlehem?  Fear?  Yes.  Confusion? Yes.   But Joy?  At nine months pregnant I didn’t want to go anywhere much less on the back of a donkey!

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And when he was finally here, the labour was over and she held him in her arms and realized that God would look after them as He had been all along?  Fear?  YES!  Confusion?  YES!  Joy?  YES!

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Did she always feel joy after He finally arrived?  I doubt it.

What about when He hung on the cross for the sins of all mankind?

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Joy was hard.

Joy was a choice.

Joy was being thankful for what He was doing for her and for you and for me.

And that is the challenge.

To look for joy.  To really look for it.  To look for it in places we don’t expect to find it.  To look with our expectations put to the side.

The world was waiting for a King to redeem them.  They weren’t looking for a baby in a manger.  And yet, that baby brought joy to the world in a totally unexpected way.

This weekend, when I finally put my expectations of what joy should look like aside and looked for all the things He had done for me and all that He promises to do for me….I felt joy.

And wouldn’t you know it?  The things I expected to find joy in from happened too!  An invite for supper,an unexpected thoughtful gift dropped off at my door,

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kids with great attitudes, a neighbor snow blowing my driveway.   All joy.

He gave His life so that I could have joy.  Joy in this fallen world.  Joy in my hardships.  Joy each and every day.

My job is to be thankful in all things because when we choose to be thankful, we choose to find joy.

Joy will not be complete in this world.  We will have glimpses of it.  But until we are forever in the presence of the Lord, who gave up everything for us to have eternal joy, we will only taste it.

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Tour my house this Christmas

Welcome to my home!

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I made this quaint scene from items I found at the local thrift store.

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My living room tree has over 200 glass angels on it.  I love how it sparkles.

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We moved in spring so this is the first year that I have a formal dining room.  We have hosted many people already (over 200) and we are looking forward to hosting many more.

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The window is my new place to display cards and pictures. I love that they are not cluttering my fridge.

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This is the library.  Each year we give the kids an ornament that represents the past year.  This tree has all those ornaments and all the ornaments they have made over the years.   We buy an ornament on every trip we take as well.  Each year the kids love to reminisce as they put the ornaments on the tree.

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This ornament is my son’s for this year.  He started wrestling.

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This ornament was what we brought our daughter back from Europe.

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And this ornament is an ornament my Oma brought back from Alaska.  She died 2 years ago and it is very special.

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I made our advent calendar from these mittens.  Each mitten has a piece of the Playmobil nativity scene.  By the 25th the scene is complete.

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Our stockings are made from a quilt that my grandma made for me when I was a little girl.  It has long worn out as a blanket but the patchwork got a new life as stockings.

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When we were in Europe we saw these beautiful Schibbogens.  We fell in love with the handcrafted beauty and simplicity of them and bought one.  Now we can remember that great trip each Christmas.

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I created this little vignette on the deck off the library.

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The kitchen is one of the hardest places to decorate.  I am very happy with how it turned out.

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This is my cookie cutter tree in the kitchen.

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 I made these snowflakes from a garland that I cut into smaller sections.  I spray painted some twigs and place them on the greens to make them pop.

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I starched doilies to make snowflakes for the window by the table.

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The table in the Kitchen is decorated more whimsical.  I like the snowman dinner settings. So adorable.

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I made this JOY sign for my window this year.  I love how it looks at night.

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I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Book purse craft

For the third year in a row my daughter and I went to the mother/daughter camp at the beautiful Red Rock Bible Camp.  I also taught the craft for the third year in a row.  This year I did a tutorial of the craft and it worked out great!  If you are looking for a fun craft that is very forgiving (you don’t need to have perfectly cut lines) and have about an hour to do it, try this craft for something different.

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15

15 years ago we were so young.  Remember when we took this picture?Image

We walked down the street from your parents and had it taken.

We got married shortly after.

15 years ago today.

We have made a lot of memories in 15 years.

Remember our honeymoon to Nova Scotia?  The reversing river, The Rocking Horse Inn, the schooner that we broke our camera on.  Having only $20 when we came back?

Remember how you started your job as a youth pastor the month before we got married?  Remember all the summers at camp?  Remember how now we take our kids to camp as you are guest speaking?  Remember all the Dr. Suess books you’ve read to teenagers?

Remember our first house and how badly it needed fixing?  Remember all the work you did, how the basement flooded a LOT?  How you almost died in the basement while painting?  How God protected us?  How a dumpy old place became a home?

Remember how when our children were born you held them close with tears in your eyes?  Remember how becoming a dad was an easy fit like becoming a husband had been?

Remember all the evenings we would go and feed the fish at the pit and quickly fish before bed?

Remember the sleepovers you would have in their rooms when I went to work?

Remember all the times we took them out of school to go to the Mint, or Toad Hall Toys, or for a surprise weekend?  Remember how many times you have done that for me?  When we were first married you surprised me with an overnight   trip complete with McCain’s cake.  Remember all the times we would run up town for cake?  When our girl was a baby you surprised me and made arrangements for her to be away for the night and we went for one night to Winnipeg.  Remember how you remembered to pack everything except to leave her carseat with the sitter?  Remember the time we were supposed to take the kids camping for May long and the forecast was rainy and we went to a hotel for night and had a great time playing games and swimming?  Remember after my grandma died you made arrangements with my boss and surprised us all by giving us an hour to pack for a weekend away and how we forgot to bring PJ’s?  Remember when we spent the week just seeing what Winnipeg had to offer?  We went to the Children’s museum, glow in the dark mini golf, the Manitoba Museum?  We’ve taken the kids to the Aviation museum, Upper Fort Garry, The Forks, many trips to Sub-Zero, the Corn Maze, Mulvey Market, the Fossil Museum,Red River Ex, lots of camping with cliff jumping and boat jumping and fishing and tubing and watching movies in the camper on the laptop in the rain and many other places I just can’t think of right now.  Remember when you were going up north for a job and we took the kids out of school and went with?  Remember how we come with you when you work on Saturday and drive with you?  And watch movies?

Remember when you and I were going on an evening boat ride and the motor died and ‘we’ paddled for a long time before someone towed us in and how we wondered by no one came looking for us?

Remember how many Saturday’s you have made blueberry pancakes or fresh cinnamon buns for me (just last weekend you made cinnamon buns at 5 in the morning again!)?  Remember when we were first married and you made me a special supper for me when you had to work?  Remember when you made that heart shaped cake with cherries and pudding and icing and all that yummy stuff?   Remember when I couldn’t decide which of your desserts I wanted for my birthday so you made all three of my favorite cheese cakes from scratch?   Remember when you brought me that raisin tart from MJ’s to work?  So yummy!  Remember how you hide chocolates in my stuff around Valentine’s every year?  Remember how you surprised me with a new dishwasher that actually gets stuck on food clean?  Remember how you installed it before I came home?   Remember when you surprised me with a new mixer and I had to try it out immediately?  Remember when you blew me out of the water with a new phone?  And Camera?  At the same time!  Remember that time you came home from the States with so. much. candy?  We thought we had died and gone to heaven!  Remember that time you made me lemon cupcakes late in the evening, just because?  Remember how you had a family meeting with the kids and had a bath ready with all my favorite things when my grandma died?  Remember how you bring me breakfast in bed and flowers and teach our boy about it?  Remember all the mornings we go for breakfast?  And the day we went to Thistle Lane on a weekday for lunch?

Remember when you bought me a swing for our Anniversary and then we had to build a deck?  Remember how that deck resulted in us building a table?  And how that table cut our boys toes off?  And how we learned about God?  And how I enjoy sitting in that swing almost everyday?

Remember how you got that free, old hot tub and I thought it was crazy?  And how we now sit in it almost everyday?  I am glad you didn’t listen to me:)

Remember when you brought  Penny home?  How you told me in the morning there was a poodle for sale and next thing I knew you texted me this picture and I knew you were bringing her home.  Some days I wish you had listened to me:)

Remember how we made a trip of a lifetime this spring to Europe?  How great it was?  How nice it was to be together, alone, again?

I remember that you are my best friend.  You are constantly wooing me.  That you love me no matter what time I get up in the morning, how much I weigh, or if I cook good food or not.  You are forgiving and kind, and a man of integrity.  I will gladly spend another 15 years with you.  I hope to make as many more memories in that time!  I love you Trevor!

The Wedding Dress By Rachel Hauck

The Wedding Dress By Rachel Hauck

Book Description

“Four brides. One dress.

A tale of faith, redemption, and timeless love.

Charlotte owns a chic Birmingham bridal boutique. Dressing brides for their big day is her gift—and her passion. But with her own wedding day approaching, why can’t she find the perfect dress—or feel certain she should marry Tim?

Then Charlotte purchases a vintage dress in a battered trunk at an estate sale. It looks brand-new, shimmering with pearls and satin, hand-stitched and timeless in its design. But where did it come from? Who wore it? Who welded the lock shut and tucked the dog tags in that little sachet? Who left it in the basement for a ten-year-old girl? And what about the mysterious man in the purple vest who insists the dress had been “redeemed”?

Charlotte’s search for the gown’s history—and its new bride—begins as a distraction from her sputtering love life. But it takes on a life of its own as she comes to know the women who have worn the dress. Emily from 1912. Mary Grace from 1939. Hillary from 1968. Each with her own story of promise, pain, and destiny. And each with something unique to share. For woven within the threads of the beautiful hundred-year-old gown is the truth about Charlotte’s heritage, the power of courage and faith, and the beauty of finding true love.”

The title and the description on the back of the book caught my attention. I really enjoyed this book a lot. I enjoyed the hunt for the history of the dress and the connections that were made because of the search for truth.  It gave me hope that life will turn out good for those who seek the truth.  It was entertaining, romantic and a little bit magical.  My favourite type of ‘easy on the brain’ read.

Redemption and trust would be the two words I would use to describe the theme of the book.

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