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In two days I look back twenty-eight years and find a string of unremitting joy. 

"I'm here." 

Those two words spun my universe into coherence.

I praise Jesus Christ for enabling us to love in accord with His heart. Thank you, my bride, for your gracious affection through these years. 

Uncommon Grace

The blessing of marriage is most staggering.

My daily rendezvous with my bride provides a constant window of remembrance. This union takes me to the central location of God's sovereign providence.

I am so underserving of what I had been granted.

If it were not for grace, I should have been kept in my cataclysmic self-consumption.

One Flesh / Emeka & Nika Ihedigbo

Daddy

The incredible intimacy that we have in Christ declares a truth that goes beyond rationality.

When my daughter refers to me as "Daddy," there's a kind of sweet rush that affirms our wonderful relations as father-child.

The incarnation of Jesus beckons me to go strong in claiming a deeper reality when I cry out Abba Father!

I am overwhelmed by this gentle rain.

Daddy & Bee

Grandé

The inventory of our personal faith gets revealed during currents of distress. I have often been baffled by the awkward ineptness of how I deal with my propensity to miss the mark.

In basketball games, the proud shooter pumps his chest and triggers the sky with zest. I have never seen a player ritualizing his miss with such candor. We look at our foibles with disdain and quickly provide an egress. We run away quickly from the evidence of our sins.

There is however, something deep and glorious about missing a shot.

Every sin, reminds us of the cross of Christ. Every mark we miss, reveals the grand gift of our Redeemer to drink of the unfathomable grace that drips His constant measure of mercy for all our times of lack.

Oh, the deep and wide reservoir of Christ's unmerited loyalty! 

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