From my Journal, this is about Two Good Men. Husband and I were enjoying casual browsing in a mall home furnishing store. I was suddenly open in spirit, lifted my head as to listen, felt the pull to obedience, said to husband, “We have to go,” and put back what I held inhand and started walking toward the entrance. He said, “What?” As I called back to him, “Now,” I was halfway to the door. He caught up almost as I reached the threshold. In the hall I turned right, paced quickly to the intersection, then went left and straight ahead. I said, “We have to hurry.” “Why? Where are we going?” “I don’t know. Hurry.” “You don’t know?” Though taller than I, he was almost trotting to keep up. I was not tired, was long slow breathing, threading quickly through the crowd flow. We went on right of the food court dais and turned into the right hallway, passed the barber shop and suddenly heard Husband’s name called loudly! He, the man whom husband spoke of as his best friend, but who I had only seen photos of, and who had moved to a far city, stood just a few paces ahead facing as though he was about to cross the hall. Husband looked from Friend to me. I had stopped. Again Husband peered at Friend, then me. Grinning, Friend came to Husband with his hand out. I smiled, turned toward the two men and the boy beside Friend. Husband introduced us. Friend introduced his teen son. Said, “We finished shopping and were just about to leave because I have to get home, but am so glad we ran into you. Wow! What a coincidence! Wish I had time to have coffee. So glad to see you both. What a great surprise!” And after another few minutes, the two laughing and good men said goodbye, and father with son, went their way within the crowd stream. And as Husband’s gaze followed them stream off, he quietly asked, “So where do we have to get to?” And I answered, “We did. We are here. We did it. We got here. For you. For your best Friend. For his son. We got here on time.” And Husband looked at me, with wrinkled brow, then instead with one eyebrow raised as question, “How?” And lastly he faced me with gentle understanding smile, said, “Thank you.” “No. Thank Creator,” I told him. “Okay,” he agreed. “Thank Creator.” “No dear,” I told him. “Say thank You to Creator.” Husband put his arm around me, said, “Thank You Creator. And thank You for her, my wife.” And I said, “Now let’s eat.” From a woman, who, like you and your family, trust in Creator, oft times saying, “You’ve GOT to be kidding!” or, “Oh, what the heck!” but always with, “Thank You.” Phylmarie (Phyllis-Marie) / Manidoonateshiingkwe
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 16:04:27 +0000
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