Part 11 - The Story of my Life

 What follows in these tales from My life is a story I need to write. [[A story of life and drama that I long to write down. Not only for myself, but also as a reminder of things gone by. It is a story of forming and shaping and intrigue . But primarily it is a story about hope. If you choose to tread these pages with me, do so with reverence and kindness because one does not write these things lightly. If you are one who has the need to flirt a little with being nosy then perhaps you should pass by this story. For it is true and full. It needs not your judgment nor your advice. But if you want to read on, then read it as a novel should be read. For it is but just one story among many.

 

Lets Celebrate

We were married on the 1^st April 1995. I was 25 years old. Doug was 27. It was a gloriously warm day. The place of our marriage ceremony and wedding celebration was Helderefontein in Johannesburg. A beautiful, highveld country conference centre.

My friend Kate did my hair and Jacqui my make- up. I am not a make-up sort of gal but on this occasion I took the plunge. Kate has 4 sisters and her second eldest , Clare, had worked very hard to make my dress. It was off white in colour and made of crushed silk. I thought it really pretty. It was comfortable to wear.  I had a Spanish style vale with ornate paisley patterns on it.  I was very happy indeed. Most of our family and good friends were there and we danced into the evening. We honeymooned in the mountains of the Drankensburg. It was my first visit to those breath taking valleys and mighty peaks. We found a small church that Sunday, all hidden away in a crevice of a valley. I can not recall who talked or what the church was called but I remember the man spoke about the St James Church attack and how God had added to the church of Jesus through that one terrible occurrence.

Little did we both know but God was to bring us to that very church, St James, some 7 years latter, it was to become our spiritual haven.