Even those who know me just a little know that one of the deepest longings of my heart is to be married one day. I believe the sacred relationship of marriage is one of the primary vehicles God uses to heal our deepest soul wounds. Bev and Tom Rodgers, Christian counselors in Charlotte, NC, and the authors of Soul Healing Love state, “Marriage is the hardest piece of work the soul will ever do….and perhaps the most rewarding!” There is something beautifully mysterious about the bond of marriage.
And, like I mentioned, I hope to have the chance to experience this soul healing love one day…. preferably before it’s time to sign up for the retirement home. Just seems like it would be more fun while I still have all my teeth. So I continue to pray and wait, and for the most part, I’m quite content with the single life He’s led me to for now. Except for the weekends.
The weekends can seem really lonely. And while I enjoy the rest and reprieve from a very fast-paced week, the quiet can seem almost…. well, too quiet. But you see, what seems to be is often not what is. I was reminded of this not too long ago when I skipped church one Sunday to get an early start on painting my living room. (Shhh, don’t tell!!)
I had actually been painting all weekend, needing to have the room ready for delivery of my new furniture. And I had continued to think on how much more fun it would be to do a project with the one you love. So by Sunday morning, I had worked myself into a fit of self-pity and was feeling significantly sorry for myself. However, I turned on some praise music anyway (probably out of guilt for skipping church!). Whatever the motivation, I began to hear with my heart the words of each *song…
I will rise, out of these ashes, rise, cause He who is in me is greater than I will ever be, And I will rise…
Covered by a love divine, child of the risen Lord, to hear You say “This one’s mine”, My heart is spoken for…
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure, that He would give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure…
And as I began to pray that the Lord would remind me in that moment how much I was loved by Him–that I really was completing a project with “the One” who loves me–something on my paint rag caught my eye. As I finished wiping a drop of paint from the edge, I looked at the towel in my hand and this is what I saw…
Coincidence? Maybe. I tend to think it was a love note, just for me.
“For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With his love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
Zephaniah 3:17 (NLT)* “Rise” by Shawn McDonald from the album Closer; “Spoken For” by MercyMe from the album Spoken For; “How Great the Father’s Love for Us” by Stuart Townend