Love’s Legacy

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I didn’t spend the evening gazing through candlelight into the eyes of my true love or curled up in the refuge of his arms while murmurs of love songs passed between us. Our table wasn’t filled with fine china or decorated with a dozen roses. It was filled with giggling children and drumming fingers, decorated with clumps of misplaced mashed potatoes and jiggling dots of spilled jello.

Red streamers dangled from the chandelier above the table and loud happy stories danced through the air as every child fought for talk time.  Dishes piled high. Fingers cleaned themselves on sleeves and hidden knees, the promise of more laundry. And as we catered to our small guests, I smiled over the din of daily life at the man who first took my hand when I was seventeen.

 God willing, we won’t spend every Valentines Day serving up jello cups and meatballs, but by the grace of God this evening that is exactly what we were blessed to do. How life has changed since our first Valentine’s day together. Our days are noisier. Messier. Richer. Fuller. More unpredictable. More unbelievable. More than we dreamed when we first scripted the story in our minds. God is writing a story that is far better.   Hallelujah!

Years ago I wrote this poem for Rob on Valentines Day and still today I delight in the picture of our growing old together. Ripened love. Reckless grace.

                                             The Legacy

 
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
 
 
Alicia

2 Comments

  1. How sweet of the Lord to give us the gift of our guys EARLY in life’s journey. The more years, the better in my book 🙂

    Hope your valentine’s day was great.
    Alicia

  2. Anonymous says:

    Wow! Seventeen . . . we were ninteen 🙂 God is good!!!!!

    ~Robin

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