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

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Gift


I am a writer.

Words have power over me and freeing them from my fingertips is liberating and calming and emotional and powerful. For years I have been scribbling out words from fingertips into this cyber journal and in doing so pouring forth a glorious life lived. Dreams are for the taking, accomplishments for the admiring, anecdotes for the brightening and truths for the strengthening, all mixed about with love and joy and photos.

Because I don't want to forget. And I don't want my children to forget.

For more than a year, unbeknownst to me, my love was gathering these snippets of heart into a surprise of the most monumental proportions. Love wrapped in brown paper packages.


A book of my words. And yet, His. A book of remembrances, ours.



Sandwiched between ink and paper was gratitude. And adoration. And reassurance. And romance. And ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.



And the tears flowed.

He sees me!

He sees what I strive to do, he translates what it means.



He NOTICES the unnoticeable .... and acknowledges the HARD work that I do.

Every. single. day.



He sends me a lovenote that says I appreciate you and all you do. The most beautiful love note I will ever get, could ever get.


He tells me, "I know you. I know who you are. Where you came from. What you love. We are one."


In the photos he has chosen, he assures me of his adoration. And yes, he DOES think I am beautiful after all. Even after 8 years, and eye wrinkles and darkening hair and widened hips and skin stretched around four children and coming home to the same woman every night and being
SATISFIED.


He relishes in our life together and shares in the memories. We laugh. We cry.


We wonder at the beauty of it all.



Devotion.

It is the most beautiful word in the world.

And the assurance of it is the greatest gift I can ever imagine.



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