Celebrating my wife's birth and the best gift - Jesus
Rick’s ReTurn: Tomorrow is my wife Joyce’s birthday. Now I could bore with you with a lot of romantic sap and pat myself on the back for the gifts I’m getting her.
Or I could tell you what a great husband I am and how Joyce really is fortunate to have me as her partner in life.
Or I could keep you guessing as you painstakingly read this column until the end and you’re left disappointed and wanting… again!
The cool thing about having your own column is that you get to decide what the subject matter is – within the realm of common decency and all things holy, of course.
I could have written about President Trump (please no!), what his predecessors are saying about him (again, please no!), the NFL player protest (enough said about that) or those who now hate the NFL players… the list goes on and on.
No, this time I’m writing about my wife until my heart’s content, or at least as far as 500-600 words will allow me.
I won’t tell you how old Joyce is going to be on Thursday, but suffice it to say, she’s been around a while, but not near as long as Larry Franklin, but who has?
It doesn’t really matter how old Joyce is anyway – in my humble opinion, she gets better with age. She’s a devoted wife – I don’t know where I’d be without her. She is supportive of my ministry and sacrifices much time with me because others are in need.
Joyce adores her children – despite the fact that they are both grown and have children of their own – she would do absolutely anything for them, although they clearly don’t need her as much now.
And our grandchildren – Joyce loves being a Nana more than anything. I learned how to be a Papa from her example. We’ve got four already and getting reading to have a fifth and you can just hear the excitement in her voice when she talks about it.
Joyce loves an adventure. As I sit here writing this, she and her best bud are headed out to hike another trail and climb another mountain.
She’s unbelievably funny, she’s a Yankee fan and she loves me with her whole heart. True, she’s a Clemson fan, but nobody’s perfect.
But at the heart of it all, what I love most about my wife has nothing to do with the kind of wife, mother, Nana, friend that Joyce is, although it certainly does play a part.
What I love most about my wife is that she is in love with Jesus. She strives daily to be just a little more like Him. I could fill the pages of this newspaper with evidence of her faith, but she wouldn’t want that.
No, Joyce would much rather that I remind people that the only reason she is who she is has to do with the difference that Jesus has made in her life. That Jesus died for her sins and my sins and your sins on the Cross and that He rose three days later so that she, and I, and you can be assured that through Him, we can live eternally with Him.
That’s the best gift anyone can ever get.
Happy birthday, Joyce!
(Rick Hendricks is a former editor of The Chronicle and now works as a Chaplain for Hospice Care of South Carolina.)