Intentional

I have found the one whom my soul loves.  Song of Solomon 3:4

It was set just right; snapping white table linens, brightly polished silverware, fine bone china plate.  Intimately postioned in the corner, the round table nestled perfectly to view the seaside and also afford a delicate sense of privacyHe entered the restaurant, not quite as steady on his feet as he would have liked.  He carried with him one blush-pink rose in a silver bud vase.  It was her favorite colour and he was anxious to place it at her seat before the meal began.

Dressed so elegantly in dark gray wool trousers with sharp leg creases he had labored over with the iron.  Dove gray blazer, silk perfectly crafted bow-tie patterned with muted colours of the sea. Just like her eyes.   His gray hair perfectly trimmed to show off his well shaven face.  He had an air of completeness to him, a man who knew deeply the ebbs and flows of life – but who carried the buoyancy of a kind heart flowing from a joie de vivre attitude.

He approached the table with a heart full of emotion.  How many years had they been coming here, sitting at this same place?  He knew, it was 60 years now.  The wait staff smiled familiarly and rushed to attend to his needs – pulling back his chair, inviting him to sit.

“Shall I bring you the usual, Sir?” the server asked.

“Yes,” he answered, “A glass of her favourite champagne please.”

As he waited for the drink to appear, he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a precious object.  There in an ornate frame was a picture of her.  The one woman who he had ever loved.  He placed it facing him, at the seat across the table right next to the pink rose he had placed there.

The server brought him the glass of champagne.  He smiled and thanked him, waiting for the staff to walk away and only then did he raise it in the direction of the photo, “Happy Anniversary my love,” he whispered, “I still celebrate you.”  And the man toasted his life partner, his wife, his best friend and his inspiration.  She was gone from earth but only an angel’s wing away.  

His dark eyes sparkled and his cheek felt a wee bit damp, but all the same – he smiled and said a thankful prayer that he had her in his life for 57 years.  He was as intentional to her now as he was 60 years ago when they shared their vows and hearts on that amazing day – in front of God, family and friends.   He continued to love her, to be blessed by her memory and now his job was to live and love well for her.  And so, now he patiently waited for another special day; when she and he would be supping together again, in the presence of their Saviour, Jesus.

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About setyourpathsstraight

It is my desire to serve God and others through writing; by proclaiming His goodness, provision and character in story form. Though I was not always a follower of Jesus Christ, I have experienced life changes that can only be a result of personally meeting Him. He is not a God of religion, but of relationship. I don't have the answers to life's challenges, but I know where to find them...only in God's Word can any of us stop following crooked paths. The month of my spiritual birthday, I read Proverbs 3:5-6 and claimed it as my life verse... "Trust in the Lord in all you do, lean not on your own understanding In all your ways acknowledge Him.... and He will Set Your Paths Straight." Thank you for your visit today. Please come back again.
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