I sat in awe of the beautiful morning that God had given
me. Serene and quiet, nature had yet to fully awaken. The
sky was cloudless except for a few hues of pink streaking
just above the horizon. I thought about Bill driving and
wondered if the morning sun was impairing his vision.
After so many months this was the first time Bill was
venturing out alone, and I knew today was a huge
stepping stone for the both of us, yet I couldn’t seem to
release the fears that continually rushed into my
thoughts. I wondered if I should call him to make sure he
was safe. “No!” I said out loud. “I‘ve got more faith than
that! Lord, I know you’ll watch over my love, my hero, my
husband. Let me rejoice and remember the miracles.
Give me the words to tell others that they may know how
merciful and good you are.”
Continuing to stare out into our backyard, I had tears
welling in my eyes. I could smell the scent of gardenias
and wished my heart could remember how it felt to be
carefree. Wiping my eyes with the hem of my dress, I
glanced over to the stoop and could see the blossoms
that covered the bush just outside our screen room. Ever
so gently they waved in the breeze. My thought’s drifted
and I wondered…maybe this was God’s plan for me.
Could this quiet time be exactly what I needed?
At the fireplace
I'd been keeping a journal for quite some time. A month
had past and I'd not even looked at my notes. I walked
back into the kitchen. Just where I'd left them, the pages
were stretched out along the fireplace hearth in disorder.
The files containing my notes, bits and pieces of white
How beautiful that bright orange ball looked. It certainly
meant another hot day ahead of us. I was glad I didn’t
clean house and get caught up on the office tasks.
Laundry needed to be done, too, and, oh yes, deposits to
the bank and groceries. I'd better make a list. I wished
the coffee would start working on me. I really felt like a
robot not truly awake, just in motion.
“Well Honey-Bunch, I gotta go.” As he stood up, he
placed the cell phone in his pocket. “I’ll call you at break
“Okay – drive carefully. Be safe. I love you,” I told him as
he headed to the front door. When he got to the door he
turned around, knowing I’d be right behind him. He gave
me a great big hug, almost picking me up, and then a
kiss. He felt so good, “I don’t want to let you go.”
“Gotta go… I’ll be back before you know it…” Giving me a
pat on my bottom and one more kiss, he left to get into
his van. I stood at the screen door so that when he pulled
out of the driveway he’d see me waving. As he looked
back he held his hand in a single wave and beeped the
horn quickly three times.
“I love you, too!”
I returned to the porch with another cup of coffee. The
gray painted wood planks creaked as I walked over to my
favorite wicker chair. Sitting down, I brought my knees up
to get my bare feet off of the cool deck flooring. Curled up,