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Topic: LUST (all-consuming desire; excessive craving) (01/08/15)
- TITLE: Rekindled Sparks and An Unexpected Lark
By Melissa Lindsey
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The devastating earthquakes of 2010 had opened the door for him to be granted this opportunity to minister to young men while fulfilling the role of contractor for the project.
We didn’t think twice. There was no doubt that it was of divine planning. Our twin girls, Jenny and Gerica had recently moved away to college, so he would be leaving only me behind at home.
The first two days that I spent without him were miserable.
I moped. I cried. I ate a whole tub of chocolate ice-cream. Then, I moped and cried all over again.
Day three led me down a nostalgic path.
I went to the bookshelf and selected the albums containing our lives’ biggest events. I then brewed a cup of my favorite herbal tea, and retreated to my work table in the cool sanctuary of our enclosed patio.
I soon realized how I had allowed the busyness of life to distract me from my husband.
In a recent photo, he wore faded jeans and a white Saint Louis Cardinals t-shirt. His sunglasses rested upon the crown of his blond hair. At forty-four, he had only a handful of scattered grey. I wondered at what point in time I had begun to overlook the fact that my husband was still hot! And why did it have to come to my attention now, when he was 1700 miles across the globe?
I took another sip of my lemony tea and spent the next hour perusing hundreds of photos. I caught the wistfulness in his eyes as he drove the car homeward from Boston College, the concern as he bandaged up a seven year olds’ scraped knee, the love as he first held our girls when they were born, and finally the spark in his eyes as he held the twenty-one year old version of me in his arms on our Honeymoon in Jamaica.
How long had it been since he had looked at me like that?
With that thought, the seed was planted.
I studied my twenty-one year old self with new eyes.
Long dark hair.
Hot pink bikini and toned body.
…and with that, “Operation Fitness” began.
My training commitment to “knock his socks off” has paid off in a big way. It is July 4th. One year to the day that I started this journey.
He will be home at 5:00 this evening. The girls are celebrating Independence Day with friends and won’t be visiting us. I would generally be saddened by this turn of events, but today I have thoughts of making some fireworks of my own.
I find myself staring into the mirror for a final check before he arrives. I have surprised even myself at the results that my hard work and dedication produced. I am wearing my actual wedding dress from nineteen years ago!
I don’t even to attempt to contain the girlish giggle that erupts as I apply a second coat of mascara to the Ardell eyelashes framing my sparkling eyes.
I hear the front door open and rush for the stairs!
My heel hangs at the top of the staircase and I tumble all the way down, landing in an un-lady-like sprawl at Jeffery’s feet. Had Jeffery been alone, I would have laughed.
Jeffery was not alone.
There he stood with our preacher and two young men whom I quickly presumed were from Haiti.
And there I sat, face as red as a beet.
Jeffery grinned from ear to ear.
“This is one of those times that I should have called first,” he laughed.
“Frantz and Josue, I would like for you to meet my beautiful wife, Gina. Pastor Blake, you know Gina, but l will re-introduce you since you might not recognize her today.”
The three men stood speechless as Jeffery helped me off the floor.
Ever the gentleman, Jeffery turned to our guests. “ Let’s go on into the kitchen and I’ll make coffee before we discuss our ideas. It’s just down the hall and through the doorway on the left.”
Turning back to me, he whispered, “This meeting is about to be rescheduled. You look amazing.”
I floated back up the stairs.
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