I remember when I was small, getting up in the dark, and creeping down the stairs alone, going toward the light-glow from the kitchen on tip-toe, down the hall, into the room to see.... my big brother, John, cross-legged on the floor, folding papers for his paper route...and I would sit down opposite him, and he would show me how.... to fold the papers too, to help him.
In total silence we worked, for that seemed to be the right thing, it went with the darkness crowded round...and when we were done, he'd load them up in the cloth bag, and haul them out the side door to his bike...and I remember being so disappointed, as I crept back to my bed, that even though he let me help...I never got to go, to be out on the street, finishing the job that was started on the kitchen floor.
My life was like that, before I met you...endlessly preparing for a job I could not do...learning to begin, to start, to get ready, but never going out the door...until in the quiet of the dark, I came to know, that even in the preparing I was learning...new patterns for my life, that seemed so useless now, would be just the right ones in time to come.
He taught me to not get ahead of Him in my impatience and longing for more.... that I had to go more slowly, and learn my lessons well.... to trust again and hope, and pray and read about Him, and fold the papers of each day the way I should...to fold them over twice, and tuck one end inside the other, stack them up beside the door of my life...until the day came, when He knew the time was right...and He brought you quietly, gently into my life.
It was as if you were waiting outside that door, hand reaching out for me, on a bike so shiny and new.... that I knew in my heart that we were to ride that bike together; there was no longer just me, but me and you!
And each day we fold new papers, full of joy and love and delight, each wrapped around twice and tucked in..... so that as we ride down the street He put us on, we can one by one fling those papers far, to land in the yards and porches we pass...to give away what we've been given...becoming more together than we'd ever been.
This journey is so glorious, I thank my God each and every day to have given me this life to share, this wondrous time I have with you.... and I suddenly realize with a shock of pure delight, that I've gone out that door to my new life.... and my heart has taken flight!
Trish, Another beautiful love letter, you really do have a book in the works. Like the song says, "Love Letters, Straight, from the Heart" I so enjoy the two fold message in each one, falling in love with Him, and falling in love with Lucian. Blessings, Rita