Out of nowhere, all wonder has transpired. We’ve gone from random strangers, a stranger who I was mad at because he was late to come fix my ceiling, to being the one embedded in my life on this personal of a level.
How in the world does this happen?
How is it good?
He’s in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes. Turning off the bathroom light. Taking care of things as I get to work.
Taking care of me.
Oh God, this wall of a heart of mine. Something’s cracking, letting in the light. And it scares the daylight out of me.
But the good keeps coming. The light, another opening through that wall. Pieces soften, tumble.
It is good and that scares me.
A sweet, light kiss on the forehead. It reaches down to the soft spot of my heart. I stand with eyes closed, receiving this unexpected grace, this unrecognized affection.
God, how did You maneuver all this, how did you come through the back door of my heart and bring him in, without my ever preparing, unexpected?
This is the unexpected—God’s love, wrapped in flesh, in forearms strong, this towering heart of a man who is patient and kind and keeps no wrongs.
Complete care, come at a time I did not know was needed so deeply within my healing heart.