The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew it was God who had brought her into my life.
Friends brought us together – friends to whom I owe a huge debt of gratitude. It started with a phone call. “We believe that this is of God.” They organized the initial meeting. I’d been pleading with God, and others prayed too, about what I perceived as a significant need in my life. I never imagined just how far above and beyond what I’d requested God would provide.
She’s a funny girl, actually. Not perfect, but I love her just as she is. She’s extremely particular about her appearance. I must say that she always looks a million dollars, even when hot, tired and dirty after a long journey. Her appearance is stunning, but a casual examination of her heart reveals that she’s just an ordinary girl underneath. That’s one of the many things I love about her.
We’ve traveled many miles together, just the two of us. We’ve traversed great empty plains, crossed rugged mountains and braved crowded cities. We’ve driven in scorching heat, bitter cold, under blue skies and grey, through hail storms, rain and sunshine. Time and time again, we’ve joyfully arrived to the welcoming arms of good friends.
Our many journeys together haven’t been perfect. I’ll always remember with horror the day that I failed to protect her. She still bears the scars. I’m ashamed to admit that I was asleep, the car seat pushed back, parked outside the gym. I should have been exercising inside, but decided I was too tired. It wasn’t until I heard the blows that I realized she was being attacked by a crazy lady. I felt as though I were the object of the attack. But the scars are hers alone.
She is mine, belonging to none other. We formally legalized our relationship, so nobody can dispute that fact. She is stunning, though, and it isn’t surprising that there have been other admirers. There is still one serious contender – one who loves her as ardently as me – but one whose love is unrequited.
Logan is a relative, so we can’t really avoid him. I’ve seen him gazing lovingly at her. I know for a fact that he keeps a photograph of her. Whenever we meet, the first thing he asks is her whereabouts. I’ve even caught him touching her. We’ve done a few little trips together, the three of us, but Logan is relegated to the back seat every time, where he sits alone!
She’s still beautiful, but the end is near. I always knew this wouldn’t last forever. The time is fast approaching when she must return to the one who blessed me with her. I dread the day when she crosses that final river. Indeed, it will not be just a river that she crosses. It will be a tumultuous, fast flowing channel. The tears already flow as I pen these words, anticipating that awful separation, the conclusion of this wonderful period of life. I lie not. I will not last long in this great land without her.
Life must go on. It will be a long time before another fills the gap in Logan’s heart though. He is truly infatuated with her.
Soon she will cross the channel, and I will cross the sea. I had expected that my departure would be traumatic for Logan. But no. It appears that what he’ll struggle to accept is not the loss of me, but of her. The one with whom I’ve traveled so far will be gone from his life forever.
My sister crouches down and comforts her grieving son. “It’s okay. She’ll be back when you’re bigger. And she’ll get another car.”
I’d like to publicly thank those very generous friends who obeyed God’s prompting and purchased the magnificent jazzed up Hyundai for me. It has been a real blessing, and another confirmation that it was right to come home for a season from my work overseas.
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