My hand went to write sad things out of habit, but my mending heart wouldn’t let me.
We’ve been told that the mouth speaks what the heart is filled with, and so it is, that I’m overflowing with poems and praises of her. My heart first hesitated, but her words, sharpened by the whetstone of her soul, effortlessly pierced into its scarring. I welcome it, I crave it. A new revelation of self.
Just when I think I might have exhausted these beautiful thoughts, a new source of joy, a new feeling emerges from the corner of my spirit. Some new expression that has welled-up in such an innocent way that I wonder how it could have come from me at all. Perhaps these thoughts came from heaven, kindly guiding me where I have no experience in walking.
How did I end up here? I don’t deserve this direction, or comfort; I don’t deserve her. If I had more faith I would worry less. Sinner that I am, I’ve been slowly learning, and faith has grown as God has shown His Hand. The fog is beginning to clear, revealing a bigger picture, and I set sail towards providence.
I’m not crashing through the waves to conquer. I’m still, and down on my knees, receiving in awe what’s unfolding. An unexpected blessing that I’m unworthy of. Things don’t always make sense at first, but it’s clear that she is a gift. She is a treasure to protect with my life, and I will answer to God on judgment day for how I took care of His daughter. So, I will manfully take up such a light and easy yoke. I will give all of my strength that spiritual abundance may increase between us, and God willing, on that day I’ll hear, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
– R.P.D. Sanders