Exclamations heard from those sending their loves ones off, fell onto the massive ship and those it carried.
“Bon Voyage!” The familiar expression meaning, “good journey” fit perfectly. Never having had a honeymoon, they were finally celebrating. It wasn’t without reservation though, as six little faces came to mind. Lord, please give me strength to be away from the kids, and fill my heart will joy during the week I’m with my husband.
“Can you believe we’re going to be alone for seven days… and nights?” His expression of joy turned to empathy as he saw her holding back tears. “It’s not a bad thing for us to spend time alone, and the Lord is watching over them.”
“I know,” she assured. Lord please protect our precious gifts from you while we’re gone.” How many times had she uttered those words since she began packing? A thousand?... Let our moments together be blessed.
By the time the week had come to a close, days of laughter and nights of passion were beautiful memories. A smile came to her face as she remembered their first dinner on the ship. He had introduced her to their server as “his bride”.
“Oh, so I’m serving newlyweds?”
“No, actually this is our tenth anniversary,” he smiled.
The server looked confused as he questioned, “So why do you call her your “bride” then?”
“A woman goes through much effort to be beautiful on her wedding day. She was no exception; however, she’s even more beautiful to me today.”
She then remembered the pride in his voice as he informed the server about their family, followed by humbleness as he continued, “We’ve been so blessed…”
As she returned to the present, tears began forming in her eyes, as she watched her husband driving them back home. It was amazing how his face still caused such a strong response, as an overwhelming sense of unworthiness, and thankfulness engulfed her. Thank you, Lord, for bringing such a wonderful man into my life.
“What?!” he asked as he glanced to see her tears.
“I just love you so much,” she explained, “I’m so thankful for you.”
“I’m the one who’s lucky.” He took her hand in his as he turned to meet her eyes. “I sure do love you.”
The sound of a horn interrupted with reality, as they turned to face the oncoming truck in their lane.
“But wh-e-e-n-n-n is she going to wake up?”
The familiar two year-old’s voice woke her as she opened her eyes to see the children. Lord, what will they do without their father?”
As they kissed her one by one, the 9 year-old lingered.
“I miss dad, but I’m thankful we still have you… and we’ll see him again.” She barely recognized the “man” that stood before her.
As they left, she opened the Bible placed by her. Her heart ached at the thought of life without her love. 1 Corinthians 16:6 spoke to her aching heart as she read, ”Perhaps I will stay with you awhile, or even spend the winter, so that you can help me on my journey, wherever I go. I do not want to see you now and make only a passing visit; I hope to spend some time with you, if the Lord permits.”
Her tears fell. Lord, I know we were never promised how long our time would be together, and I thank you for the time you gave us on earth, and for our last week spent together. Thank you for letting our last moments be ones of such love. Please give me the strength to be without him. Please fill my heart with Your peace.
The sound of his last words would echo in her heart forever… “I sure do love you…”
Bon voyage, my love. It was a good journey indeed.
Amy Verlennich is a "bride" to her best friend, Michael, and homeschool mom to six precious blessings. If you ask her, she would tell you her interests include; "writing, I think I'd really love to sew, and I'm sure I'd be a great maid (if the pay was good). Other than that, I'm 'just' a mom who starts every day over (after messing SOMEthing up the day before), knowing God's grace is overflowing (just like my laundry), and I'm so thankful He's blessed me more than I'll ever deserve." Michael and Amy make their home in Staples, Minnesota.
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