That little look, or lengthy stare into his eyes, reflects her joy, contentment, and peace, that trust she so willingly turned over to him for her safety, protection, and love.
The glance he gives back to her, though sometimes short, is seemingly preoccupied, but behind it is a sense of mirrored expressions found in her heart and her eyes; for the two are connected. The eyes are the windows to the soul and the heart, where our true feelings live and thrive, and are nurtured, or sometimes even hidden.
Separately they bring joy, he through his chords of melodious tunes, and she by her joining in with the angelic chords of the choir. So, together they rise as a sweet sacrificial dedication of worship and praise to the Creator and sustainer of life.
As they sit together in worship and listen to the sermon, which will continue to feed and nourish their drive and dedication, they sit as one, sharing such precious and valuable space in time, sharing…self!
As I sit and watch and observe this orchestration of love and devotion, of care and concern, of intimacy and fulfillment of scripture, a final act she displays by lovingly and tenderly placing her arm around his shoulders, and gently gives a caring squeeze. I can almost…nay, I do hear, the whispers of her heart, as it beats out the message of the love and care for God’s devotion to her, to place this loving help mate, this friend, this love into her life!