We've never had smooth-sailing.
For us it's all adventure, passions, risk. Mountain-top heights of heart-pounding, all-consuming love. Earth-shattering moments of God's presence so real we can scarcely breath. Darkness so deep and vast, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
And yet we cling to the Hope of things unseen;
we grip the Hand of Grace, if only to avoid slipping completely away from one another.
Always it is the WE that brings me back to my knees, back to another painful season of pruning, refining. The way we heal each other, and hurt each other, and force each other to seek the face of our Maker.
I watch couples who seem so steady, so even-keel...curiously coveting their peace, and yet aghast at what seems so apathetically comfortable.
Yes, I'm more comfortable with you, My Love, than any other human on the planet. And yet, you drive me to discomfort; you drive me to change, and grow, and expand, and shrink, and bend, and break, and heal.
You drive me to the Only One.
The Only One who can make me whole: no, not you, My Love.
And in His Presence, face to the sun, filled with the Son,
my heart is drawn back to you, My Love.
Back to your strength, your vulnerability, your pain, your comfort.
There is no one I'd rather spend time with, talk with, laugh with. I made a covenant to love you...because I couldn't live without you. Even now, 20 Valentine's later, I can't help myself from loving you, desiring you. Even when I don't like you, you're the one I long for.
How do I even define it, this magnetic force that draws us together?
How to analyze, scrutinize, put into words?
Not of my will, and beyond all wondering, I trust and believe:
The Only One who created me, created you for me, to be My Love.