Page 114 of Ever Constant
When they reached the front, she looked deep into Peter’s eyes. His words from last night flooded her mind. After the house had settled down from the birth of baby Melissa Joy, he’d given her a piece of paper. On it, he’d drawn a triangle without a base.
“What’s this?”
He wrote her name at the bottom of one side and his name at the bottom of the other.
“I still don’t understand.”
Without a word, he kissed her forehead and then wrote God up at the top of the triangle. “You see ... the only way we can get closer together is for each of us to get closer to God.” He traced each side of the triangle from their names up to the top. “I vow to you now, Whitney Powell, and for the rest of my life, that I will do my very best to keep my focus on God first. And if I falter, I need you to point me back in the right direction. That’s the only way I can love you the way God intended.”
As if Peter knew her thoughts, he put his index fingers together and made a triangle without a bottom. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She threw her arms around him and kissed him with all the love she had within her.
The crowd cheered and laughed.
Pastor Wilson cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved...”
