How God’s Love Story Always Ends
Years ago when our marriage was drowning beneath the weight of diapers and preschoolers, I planned a quiet Valentine’s evening with my husband.
When the house grew quiet, we grabbed our coffee cups and a slice of cheesecake and took time to look back at our path of love. I’d filled a suitcase with “souvenirs” from our own love story, one for each year that we’d been together.
As my husband unpacked the lumpy bag, he found odds and ends from the journey we’ve shared….
*that old letter jacket *a deck of playing cards *a map of Arizona *a Milka chocolate bar *a pair of worn hiking boots *a framed medical school diploma *a soft blue baby blanket, *a lacy white baptismal gown…
We sipped coffee and shared memories and recounted the ways God had shown Himself faithful in our years together.
And then, when the suitcase was empty, I handed my husband a simple poem and invited him to dream forward with me.
I pointed to the cradle in the hallway that held our fourth-born, just eight weeks out of the womb, and I whispered, “Our life won’t always be a spin of sleep deprivation and toddler tantrums. This is just one chapter of a great big story.”
I pointed to the cradle in the hallway that held our fourth-born, just eight weeks out of the womb, and I whispered, “Our life won’t always be a spin of sleep deprivation and toddler tantrums. This is just one chapter of a great big story.”
I leaned close to my handsome man, forgetting about the deep black circles beneath my eyes and my stretched out stomach skin still looking for a home now that the baby had moved from my womb to our arms, and I kissed him quietly. “I think the best is yet to come.”
His tired eyes alighted in laughter and he pulled me close. The sweet moment of now steeped in the hope of glory.
This Valentine’s Day, the cradles and diapers are gone, but our story is far from finished.
His tired eyes alighted in laughter and he pulled me close. The sweet moment of now steeped in the hope of glory.
This Valentine’s Day, the cradles and diapers are gone, but our story is far from finished.
We’re still dreaming forward. How about you?
Love Story
I can see it now in my mind’s eye….
The kids have grown, the years passed by.
Together we sit in the setting sun
And marvel at all that God has done.
He’s taken two hearts filled with selfish ambition
And bound them with love loosed of pride or condition.
He’s readied four feet to stand steadfast and true
On a trail paved for many, but traveled by few.
He’s bent four knees in unified prayer,
Cemented two souls through joy and despair.
He’s focused four eyes on an eternal plan
Crafted completely before time began.
And as our fingers lace in one grip,
We praise the Lord for his authorship
Of a story sweeter than our grandest dreams,
A script that began with two starry-eyed teens,
A tale that will end long after our passing,
As the seeds of our faith sprout love everlasting.
Yes I see it now, in my mind’s eye,
Two lovers rejoicing as time passes by.
Two hearts united, all hope set on glory,
Where God will reveal the rest of our story.
Alicia Bruxvoort
February 14, 2005
I’m glad it’s not over yet. I’m still hoping God transforms me into the wife I’ve always dreamed I’d be 🙂
Beautiful!
I love your love story!