Sunbeams illumine our room
filtering through the dusky morning
to fall on the face of my beloved.
How beautifully have You assigned my life,
and what rapture my heart feels
as I look upon my lover.
All of Heaven surely erupts in a sweet song;
a melodious joining of voices.
-Angels raising the rooftops-
A future of promise lies
in the hand I hold.
What wonderful knowledge.
What divine tenderness.
What extraordinary love.
It’s Valentine’s Day. I used to shudder a bit, put on a brave face and march through the day. After Phil died I was adamant I would not marry again. I had things to do for God. I had plans. Anyway, who could take the place of one you had matured with, found the Lord with and muddled through all the ‘growth’ pains with?
When the Lord told me I would marry again & introduced me to the handsome man I would spend the senior years of my life with I was intrigued but stubborn. What about my plans, God? Trust Me. What about Africa? Trust Me. But, I just bought a home & new furniture…But, But, But… Trust Me.
I found out that God does not ‘replace’ but ‘enhances’ love. Today I stand next to this incredible person, shrouded in the Holy Spirit, so full of life and love and tenderness; so thankful I said yes to God and yes to Roy. Appreciative of their patience as I inhale a joy I haven’t known in a very long time. After many years of battling grief, I stand next to my hunk-a-burnin’-love and face the future with my hand securely in his knowing that whatever God has for us we will have an adventure in running after it.
Trust Me. Oh, I am so thankful I did.