Happy Monday Morning to you. I am guest posting over at (in)Courage today where I wrote about one of the sweetest love stories I know. I'd love to have you pop over for a visit~
I love a good love story.
And as much as I love a good love love story, I hate stories of betrayal. I know hate is a really strong word- one you won't normally hear me use here on my blog. But the situation I found myself in recently stirred up some feelings that are best left unstirred in this Italian blooded Chiquita.
Last week I was sitting at a little restaurant which has become one of my favorite writing spots. There is something about the gentle chaos of this place that I love. It's loud and busy but still easy for me to get lost in my own little tangle of words.
Some people need quiet when they write. I need the gentle rhythms of life pulsing around me.
Anyhow, most of the time conversations around me are just background noise. But the other day I became distracted by this man's lovely phone conversation with his wife. I didn't mean to start eavesdropping. Really I didn't. Yet something about the gentle way he found great joy in wooing her intrigued me. And made me inappropriately nosey.
Note the word inappropriate. I fully realize I shouldn't have been listening. But in my defense, he was sitting in a public place talking loud enough to invade my listening space. So there. (note to self... we still need to work on justifying certain behaviors.)
So, there we were- wooing husband. Lucky wife on the other end of the line. Nosey Christian Writer.
He was telling her how happy it made him for her to find such joy in getting to go furniture shopping that day. Then he told her he loved her four different ways, called her 2 sweet pet names and told her he couldn't wait to see her soon.
As he hung up the phone, I thought to myself, Wow! This husband's love is rare and precious.
Then he made another call.
"Hey hon. Yes, I'm still at the office. I know... but I don't think I'll be able to make it home to dinner. Look it's been a long day and I've gotta go. See ya'... yeah love you too."
OH MY STARS!
Somebody hold me back!!!
I won't tell you what I wanted to say and do in that moment. But I will tell you I stopped typing and tried my best to send fiery darts through my eyeballs straight towards this man.
I was beyond stunned.
And something about becoming hyper aware of this man's betrayal caused a choking sensation of fear to wrap its way around my heart. That night I found myself awake and staring at the ceiling. Wondering. Fearing. Questioning. Doubting.
Have you ever been in this place?
How would Jesus want us to respond when fear comes and stares us down?
We'll talk about that tomorrow. But I'll go ahead and warn you. I didn't handle this well.
Sigh.
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The winner of last Thursday's Bible study set for "Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl" is Stonefox. Congrats sweet friend... Contact Holly@Proverbs31.org to make arrangements to receive your prize.
I love a good love story.
And as much as I love a good love love story, I hate stories of betrayal. I know hate is a really strong word- one you won't normally hear me use here on my blog. But the situation I found myself in recently stirred up some feelings that are best left unstirred in this Italian blooded Chiquita.
Last week I was sitting at a little restaurant which has become one of my favorite writing spots. There is something about the gentle chaos of this place that I love. It's loud and busy but still easy for me to get lost in my own little tangle of words.
Some people need quiet when they write. I need the gentle rhythms of life pulsing around me.
Anyhow, most of the time conversations around me are just background noise. But the other day I became distracted by this man's lovely phone conversation with his wife. I didn't mean to start eavesdropping. Really I didn't. Yet something about the gentle way he found great joy in wooing her intrigued me. And made me inappropriately nosey.
Note the word inappropriate. I fully realize I shouldn't have been listening. But in my defense, he was sitting in a public place talking loud enough to invade my listening space. So there. (note to self... we still need to work on justifying certain behaviors.)
So, there we were- wooing husband. Lucky wife on the other end of the line. Nosey Christian Writer.
He was telling her how happy it made him for her to find such joy in getting to go furniture shopping that day. Then he told her he loved her four different ways, called her 2 sweet pet names and told her he couldn't wait to see her soon.
As he hung up the phone, I thought to myself, Wow! This husband's love is rare and precious.
Then he made another call.
"Hey hon. Yes, I'm still at the office. I know... but I don't think I'll be able to make it home to dinner. Look it's been a long day and I've gotta go. See ya'... yeah love you too."
OH MY STARS!
Somebody hold me back!!!
I won't tell you what I wanted to say and do in that moment. But I will tell you I stopped typing and tried my best to send fiery darts through my eyeballs straight towards this man.
I was beyond stunned.
And something about becoming hyper aware of this man's betrayal caused a choking sensation of fear to wrap its way around my heart. That night I found myself awake and staring at the ceiling. Wondering. Fearing. Questioning. Doubting.
Have you ever been in this place?
How would Jesus want us to respond when fear comes and stares us down?
We'll talk about that tomorrow. But I'll go ahead and warn you. I didn't handle this well.
Sigh.
_____________________________________________________
The winner of last Thursday's Bible study set for "Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl" is Stonefox. Congrats sweet friend... Contact Holly@Proverbs31.org to make arrangements to receive your prize.
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