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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

I have been remiss, but I have been praying

if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.  Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.
Romans 12:8-10
“So the inevitable question arises, how to trigger new orchid bloom? And the answer is both simple and complex because coaxing orchids to produce flowers requires a measure of patience and a number of meticulous steps…”

This morning I prayed that my husband would continue to love me as God commands.  I often say, “I love that man.” I don’t say often enough “that man really knows how to love me.”  And I am not easy.

For so very long, my life felt like Harlem after the snowstorm in The Wiz.  I’ve accomplished much professionally, but found myself in a new place, and challenged to figure it out through Grace and Faith.  Some women desire a traditional life, home to guard kith and kin.  I have friends who prayed for nothing more.  This was never my dream.  

When we wed, my husband told me it would never be my responsibility to support our family.  Nice to hear, particularly when you’re stressed at the office, facing deadlines, understaffed, over-tasked, needing to schedule yet another business trip…giving it all up to stay home sounds like the best thing in the world.  

So it was a lesson I learned; a lesson for which I am deeply grateful. At the time, I didn’t exactly know how to be where I was at the time, but here is what I know.  I am not easy.  Living with me, loving me is like getting an orchid to bloom.  According to experts, coaxing blooms from orchids requires “a measure of patience and meticulous steps.”  He loves me anyway, and well.  I have never felt more fully loved.  I know something else …almost 25 years ago when he proposed, my husband played this song, saying he wanted to hear it on our wedding day, and he knew then what I know now…God sent My Beloved to love me. His love is essential….like SALT.

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