Spent, and on the sofa.
A slow exhale after a two year stint that feels like it aged me times ten.
And as I shake the dust from the attic eaves, a burden begins to lift from my shoulders.
For I have been rescued.
My mighty fortress who is my God sent a knight, all silver bright and daring. And he battled a dragon on my behalf, then escorted me over the drawbridge one last time.
Nevermore to walk that way again.
Thank you, Jesus.
Before the knight, I meekly fought alone, growing weary while appearing strong.
Then from my garret, looking out across the river, I cried to God one day last spring.
“I am ready to change my life for the better. Thy will be done, my Father.”
In the twinkling of an eye, a virtual meeting with the stranger who became Dearest Husband. A week later, embracing face to face high above the Hudson. And 47 days after that, saying I Do.
A brand new Mr. and Mrs.
And if one can overpower him who is alone, two can resist him. A cord of three strands is not quickly torn apart. Ecclesiastes 4:12
Such a completely unexpected twist in my story.
I had desperately prayed and sought a new job, not a new husband.
Had hoped for a fun summer date or two with a nice Christian guy. No strings, no stress. Thinking that perhaps in a few years, after my sons were moved on and I had downsized to a tiny home, God might send a wonderful husband.
But apparently God had other plans…
When we let God take control of our lives we have no idea how wonderful His Jeremiah 29:11 plans for us are! No matter what they are or where they may lead.
But still a year would pass before my imprisoned heart grew brave enough to believe that escape from the tower dreary was possible.
For 363 sleeps so far, Dearest Husband has lovingly lead me along a spiritual trail that purged remaining impurities after a time of wilderness wandering as it forged a right Jerusalem blade, sharp and steady.
And now, strong arms have scooped me up again, with tender care and whispered,
You’re safe now. You’re home.
Come along with me…for God’s best is yet to be.
Post nap, we’re hand in hand on the Walkway after dark, Mid Hudson Bridge lit red, white and blue. Wind blows freely through my hair.
Freedom sure is sweet.
And so is the ice cream!