Non-Adhesive Ways
In agony, he drives home from work dreading what he has to say, while the rain quickly falls on his windshield making it difficult for him to see clearly.
Don't forget to replace your blades. He recalls his wife's reminder--two months ago, but he hadn't been listening, as usual. He wondered why she still loved him when it was not reciprocal.
Questions made somersaults in his head: Where'd my feelings go?, Did I ever love her?, What's gonna happen to our kids?, as he felt for the umbrella beneath his seat, only to find it wasn't there.
Stepping out of the car in the torrential downpour, an overwhelming sense of grief filled him, yet it wouldn't compare to the four destructive words he would soon utter. The entire day seemed to be a precursor for the evening's end.
The aroma of fresh homemade bread, and sauce did not appeal to his hunger when he placed his jacket on the coat tree, instead, it created nausea. Before he knew it, she was beside him; her lips were moving, but he couldn't hear a word. Sighing, he said, "We have to talk."
And there he saw it--the look of fear in her eyes, as she covered her mouth with a gasp, weighing the meaning of his statement. She knew it was inevitable, but had remained hopeful fulfilling her roles of wife and mother, in that order. How do I live without you?
They sat on the sofa, and there, discussed what had been avoided for so long. "The glue," she said. I didn't wait for God's choice."
The creases in his forehead expressed his anxiety, "What are you talking about?"
Hot, salty, tears fell on her silk blouse, "I wanted so much to marry you that I didn't ask God if he'd give us His glue." Simultaneously, her head and shoulders slumped. She continued, "I was too afraid to ask Him if you were the one for me...in case He said you weren't." She looked at him in resignation, "It was wrong of me. I knew that a long time ago. I'm so sorry."
Cupping her face in his hands, he said, "It's not your fault. I am also very sorry; I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Neither one of us thought it through for very long, but we have two beautiful children, and we'll do the best we can for them."
"No," she corrected. "God will do the best He can with our spoils. Let's get it right this time and pray, for the sake of our kids."
On the plush gray carpet in the cozy livingroom with the warmth of the fireplace's crackling flames behind them, they knelt. God was now in control, and He'd cover the lives of their fruit with a hedge of protection. It would work out.
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How many times have we been involved in situations where we don't heed God's counsel, and then wonder how it all went wrong? Let's stop walking down erroneous roads, and shift our perspective to seek what God deems is best for us. After all, it is He who knows the beginning, middle, and end.