i've been places, and i've done things. some i'm proud of, some i wish could be undone. but all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His will (Romans 8:28) and i know He's takin' me places.
"Well, yes, of course, Marty dear. Why, of course." Marie smiled and pat his arm. Her eyes were a little misty, much like dust collected on the face of an antique clock. Yet she could see him still. Handsome, he remained, despite the wrinkles formed over their past six decades of marriage and four amazing children. She knew his every feature like the back of her hand. She knew where and when his creases would form, she knew how his eyes would squint when he smiled, she knew where all his freckles and moles were, especially the mole in the middle of his chest, the one he always teased her about.
"Some tea for you, my love? I'll fetch it off the stove now, if it so pleases you." she said as she heaved herself off the couch. She knew he would refuse it politely, as he always did, but also knew he would eventually relent and accept. She shook her head and laughed to herself as she recalled how they used to fight about it. She hobbled back to the den with two steaming mugs of tea. "How now, darling? You seem a tad bit too quiet today. What seems to be the matter, dear heart?" sipping her tea, she noticed that Marty's mug remained in the same spot. It was highly unusual, he normally enjoyed his tea. "Dearest, are we alright now?" she desperately wanted to reach out to hold him, to let him know that everything would work out in the end, but somehow, it just didn't seem to be the right time. Clueless, she sat back and tried to analyze the situation.
"Hey Sarah! Look! There goes that old nutter, going at it again." The young couple strutted past house fourteen, stopping only to stare at the misshapen house, its missing roof shingles, cracked window, overgrown garden, broken porch, fading curtains and the old widow in the window, sitting alone.
"Oh Marty, look at those kids! Remember how we used to walk around aimlessly together? Just like that." she sighed in reminiscence. Marie turned and waved out the window.
Minutes ticked by and hours passed, and the trickle of human traffic never once thought twice about the old widow in the ugly old house. Who were they to care anyway? Her misery was her own business, not theirs. Old neighbors knew that Marie has been this way since Marty passed away circa 1962. Two years on, and she still pined for him.. and the story doesn't end.
28 days more. i won't complain anymore. all i ask Lord, is Your will be done. in Jesus' name i pray, Amen.