Today is my birthday and I asked FringeMan to be guest blogger.
Did you ask how old I am? You should NEVER ask a woman her age! However, since you asked, 27.
FringeMan worked on this post all week long and I love him for it, but I’m more than slightly uncomfortable allowing the world to read this. You see I don’t mind him making fun of me, but he was sweet…really, really sweet. He’s like that.
He lies too. Don’t believe anything he says!
Originally I told him he couldn’t post this, but I made him sad. The next time he’s a guest blogger you’ll get the real truth – the ugly stuff.
Some people have asked me – “FringeMan, how’d you ever marry a woman like FringeGirl?” That’s a great question…
You have to understand, I am not very polished. As a matter of fact, I am a bit rough. Some people would say I can be caustic. I grew up very country, yet ended up on the streets of New York playing in a hardcore band. I was a life in turmoil until I met the Lord Jesus Christ in 1994.
The FringeGirl grew up very polished, very educated, and very plaid. I was not. I was in Doc Martens, a tee-shirt and jeans. She had always enjoyed things like reading and going to museums. I had always enjoyed dipping Copenhagen, drinking, and fighting. Things would soon be changing.
FringeGirl showed up in my church in 1996. I was still very rough. I had forsaken my regular job to live the life of a mountain man, trapping beaver, raccoons, and muskrats, etc. I still seemed to get in trouble quite often, even in church.
So what the initial attraction was, I don’t know. She probably was allured by my non-conformist attitude.
After being told by one of our well-respected deacons in church that it would never work between us…and after being stalked by an ex-girlfriend…and after the scrutiny of our church…we saw each other for 4 months until we were engaged. It was then 4 months until we were married. We knew it was God’s will from the very start, and have never looked back. FringeGirl is the crown jewel of my life. She not only completes me, but my ministry also.
If you could know her as I, you would see the finest woman upon this earth. She has great wit, intellect, and culture, yet is easy to please. She has followed me and supported me through life’s hardest trials. She is a woman of faith. The Lord Jesus Christ is the center of her home, and the scriptures are her authority. I could not be the pastor I am without her.
I was originally going to write about her eccentricities, and make light of those things. But if you continue to read her blog, you will find them on your own. I wanted you to know, that behind those great humorous stories, there is a magnificent woman.