When I was a
child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I
became a man, I put away childish things.
1
Corinthians 13:11(NKJV)
I am not
superstitious. The fact that this is day
13 of prayer means nothing at all to me, except that it falls between days 12
and 14. On this day, my prayer is that
my beloved might continue to grow spiritually; being done with childish things,
that he would continually cultivate, understand, and press toward the
likeness of Christ. It is a prayer that he would
grow up. On this day, mine is a prayer
of thanksgiving…I have never had any such concerns about my husband. According to my father-in-law, he was born
with a mustache.
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No, silly,
not literally. According to Dad, he has
always been sober, serious, mature. No,
he’s not a drag. On the contrary, the
very fact that he can be so droll and carefree is one of our favorite
secrets. You only get to see that side
if you’re part of his inner circle. He
is certainly not hiding it; his insouciance is like night blooming jasmine. I
am the silly wabbit. Somebody’s got to
be minding the store.
I am
comforted and blessed by my serious man.
The way he loves me is serious.
The way he parents is serious.
The way he works…so serious. And seriously, I wouldn’t have it any way.
I’m about to
snuggle up with my serious man, (it is Saturday night after all, and our
children can take care of themselves) and maybe even watch a movie…very likely
something from the Late
Night Kung Fu series at which we will both laugh, a lot. So, as I depart
for my date (we date often, even if we don’t leave the house), thank you Lord,
for giving me a man. A serious man, one
like night blooming jasmine, born with a mustache. A man who, because of the way he loves me,
reminds me daily, God is good.
the 13th day is a blessed day in the catholic church...it is the day we believe the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to 3 shepherd children in Fatima...
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