Excerpt from my mom and stepdad's love story.
He always wrote her love letters.
I don't know if he knew, but my mom shared many of them with me. At the time I was 14 and each weekend visit to my mom's would bring a new treasure of words. I noticed a gentle strength in the writing. Perfectly penned consonants and vowels lined with sentiment appeared to emboss the lined paper.
He wrote her love letters before they were even dating and those letters were about a God who planted a love in my dad's heart for my mom before they ever met.
In between letters, sips of coffee and parking lot conversations, my mom would excitedly question him, "Are you sure? Are you sure I am the one you are supposed to marry?"
He was sure.
One letter, however, came from my mom.
The evening before, my dad expressed not only his love for my mom, but he revealed quiet whispers of my mom's heart that only God could know. All she could do was sit quietly and listen as her heart flooded with overwhelming emotion.
With full abandon, she wrote him a letter.
A letter of confirmation.
"I am thoroughly convinced that God has put you in my life to be my husband...Now I know in my heart it's for sure."
14 years of anticipating God to bring a husband.
14 years of waiting on God's perfectly impeccable timing.
14 years of wondering how God would orchestrate his perfect love story.
That night, only two months after they met, there was no more anticipation, waiting or wondering.
"To everything there is a season..."(Ecclesiastes 3:1) was the anthem of their wedding, knowing that God allowed both my mom and dad to endure seasons of hardship, loneliness, waiting and trusting to bring them to a season when God says, "Arise, my beautiful one, and come along. For winter is past..." (Song of Solomon 2:10-11)
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