She was real. She lived like this life was something God built for her in His toolshed. Like every wrong turn was just another excuse to dial God’s landline just to hear Him breathe through the phone “I’ll love you whatever way you travel.”
She has something worth buying the whole field for, worth devoting 60 years of your life and the next 10 minutes to build a temple for Christ that has pastel portraits and electric green ceilings. She deserves a man who has “Christ forever always” written on the back of his hands, so if he falls in worship or in life, it is seen regardless of the motive.
She will stay as her role is defined, and I hope it is a good one for my heart’s sake.