What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Treasure, unearthed



When I was engaged, I remember my Mom coming and giving me a letter from my beloved that had arrived for me. She chuckled at my delight and said "Enjoy it while it lasts honey, it won't always."

I took great offense then, thinking how utterly wrong a woman could be. Not Mattie. Not MY Mattie, she just didn't understand that he was DIFFERENT than other men. She didn't know him like I did.

That was 8 years ago.

He doesn't write me love notes anymore.

Sadly, Mom was right. (rats)

This week, Matt went out of town and on one of the lonely nights I tackled the rather hefty job of organizing my writing desk. It was 1am when, through the piles of bills and stationary, I found a manila folder. Not recognizing it, I opened it and found all the love letters of those wonderful by-gone days.

By 1:15 am I had hungrily devoured every note~from poems to little scribbles saying ILU HUNNY.

By 1:20, I sat crosslegged on the hard wooden floor in a rather large pool of tears.

I picked one~ a poem about him being away and how we would be reunited soon (perfectly fitting) and brought it to my bedside table. The next day I bought myself some roses (Those days are gone now too) and now, I have beauty at my bedside.

The first thing and last thing I think about each day. Being wooed.


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