I expected my husband to come home on a white horse, a bended knee, words of love in his mouth and flowers in his hands. God had prepared me to expect an invitation from my man and while I waited, I dreamed of surprise tickets to the Caribbean. A limo to whisk me to the opera. A whisper to a resort. Instead it was a text that came through as my head was under the hair dryer asking me to see the movie, Inception. There were no flowers. No white horse. No limo. Just a casual pick up from in front of the house without the car door being held open. There were no sweet nothings or hands being held. There was distance, some discomfort, some laughs and some ease. It was not what I expected but I can see God was there. When He opens a door, step through it even if the door isnt dipped in gold. xoxo
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 02:51:40 +0000