He has seen it all
My beloved, the one with soft blue eyes;
In the medical facility or on the road as we pass across the miles
He looks to me with a precious love that makes me swoon all the time.
It doesn’t matter my status that day:
The screams of terror, the gentleness of a warm embrace,
He just looks at me as if we were lying under a canopy, shielded from the hot sun
By the lush branches of a mighty oak one summer’s morn along the way.
But that is not what has gone before me once again these past 3 days and more
His vacation was spent caring for me in ways neither one of us would choose.
He steps forth to do what must be done just the same
And says of our time: “we had a nice week now didn’t we?” I guess so, maybe in some ways we did my love.
I sigh in awe, something short of disbelief. How did love like this find its way to this place between us? This bed is marked more by sickness than passion night after day after night?
Surely it goes beyond that which either one of us can see!
This walk was borne from the One who made us thus and so
The One who set this path for goodness, for purpose yet unknown.
While wasted days is all that I can see very, very late this night
(With tensions mounting, wills weakening under the weight of it all)
I see that my Heavenly Husband carries our hearts with His special sip of tenderness
Bringing sweetness to our lips when we need it most as he has so many times before.
From the side of the bed
I look up and know more than my Love,
Surely I humbly receive care from more than the one I can see.
Thank you Jesus for my Steve. Thank you Jesus me loving so!
So if ever you are graced by a love like this, dear Reader, and I hope someday that you do:
Hold tight, hold fast with praise, with alms beyond your brokenness to discover what the Lord alone can bring.
For you are witnessing more than a miracle in the midst of hurricane:
You are finding grace that will see you through anything, truly, truly with love I say this to you.