Bound In Love

We met through words, typed on a keyboard.

Laughing. Joking. Discussing.

Getting to know each other at a distance…

before meeting face to face. A little unsure of the unknown. Wondering. Waiting.

I had already buried my first husband, of eight years, and was several years into my journey of widowhood.

I was single mom to a son that filled my days with both laughter and tears.

Aren’t little boys like that? And don’t they steal their mother’s heart with their very first gaze?

I thank God for the gift of him.

And now, a new man was vying for my attention. And how did I feel? And what did I know?

And isn’t God here, in this?

Him…creating the tapestry of what will be, from the what once was?

Knitting together the new from both hearts that understood.

And aren’t memories, and emotion, and joy and sorrow apart of it?

His life before me, with a woman I never met…

who died too young and left her grieving husband filled with the emptiness of what will never be.

Children left with memories of yesterdays, that will never be their tomorrows.

Me, at thirty-seven. Waiting. Not in a hurry. Learning to trust in God’s timing.

Because isn’t that always the way it should be?

And didn’t my Heavenly Father know that I love men with mustaches? Who are computer wizards and can play a mean game of Boggle?

And isn’t it wonderful that He gave me this man, who is strong when I am broken? And loves me in spite of myself?

Am I not grateful that he needs me to love him when he is being unlovable? And will listen to him when the world is to busy to hear?

Sometimes I think about life, much like that tapestry I mentioned.

Stitching each day together. Life all mixed up in the quilt of many colors. Sewn together with past, present, and future.

Bound with love.

Always, love.

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. Psalm 27:14  NIV

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.  1 Peter 4:8  NIV

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