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Sunday, April 10, 2011
All the Way to the End
He likes meat and potatoes with plenty of plain butter.
I like ethnic food with plenty of kick.
He searches out still waters good for fishing.
I tend to stir up waters in search of adventure.
He's the firearms and ammo expert sought out for advice.
I brandish the Sword of the Lord to flash its Light.
He'd be a golden retriever, steady and faithful.
I'd be an eagle, soaring and plunging.
We would not be the same without each other, this Polish-French-Canadian and his German-Irish-Hispanic-Native American bride. We need each other to be who God means us to be.
I lied to him about why I took our son to Grandma's, robbed him of the cell phone his office rings at all hours, and compelled him to drive the kidnaper's getaway car. All was not as it seemed for his birthday celebration.
In between the perfect dinner at a lodge and romance at a bed and breakfast, we walked along the break wall on Lake Huron. Winter ice still spills over it, and we reached a point all but blocked.
He eyed icy waters 15 (20?) feet below and my high-heeled boots. Far enough? he asked. I said let's keep going. I deftly stepped along the edge. He climbed across ice I didn't want to touch.
And then we walked all the way to the end.
The end of a thing is better than its beginning.
~ Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NKJV)
He is holy and clothed in majesty.
We are sinful and clothed in dust.
His is all manner of love and mercy.
We are all manner of apathy and judgment.
He is purest truth, as solid as a rock.
We walk in a world where no ground is sure.
He shows favor and grace in every way to defy explanation.
We struggle to even receive it, let alone pass it on.
He'd never be the same without us, for we are His masterpiece through which His every attribute is displayed. We need each other, this God and the bride He is sculpting, for we can only be all we are meant to be if we are together.
All is not as it seems. He sees the end from the beginning, and reveals only as much as we need to know until He unveils His surprises.
And He walks us all the way to the end.
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven ...
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Also He has put eternity in their hearts,
except that no one can find out
the work that God does from beginning to end.
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1,11 (NKJV)
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