Hello, friends! Thanks again for all the prayers going up for Pastor Don, his wife, and church family. I will keep you posted as this continues to unfold…
So…in honor of Father’s Day, I thought I’d lighten the heaviness in so many hearts and share my final piece.
This goes out in tribute to the man who went from single guy to instant father for me and my precious own. Love you, Joe. ❤
So…ready? Ok. Well, let’s see…
When last we met over this winding road, Joe and I had “met” over the mysterious space out there known as the internet and began paying our gratitude to Alexander Graham Bell for the spiffy invention of the telephone.
We had yet to meet in-person, though the idea had been furtively nudged at.
Nor had we introduced my kids to him, though they did witness a lot of mommy giggling into the phone or merrily tippety-tapping keys on the computer.
They knew there was something to this.
Much more than the vague “dates” I was out on prior.
So…eventually the nudging formulated into actual plans.
And these plans became one of my first inklings this all could be for real.
Because, he wanted this first date to be all of us!
Oh, I still tear up nearly a decade later on this point…
Never had that offer ever been extended in all these long and troubled months of grappling with the nightmare of online dating.
And, to top it all off, he wanted it to be the kids’ favorite spot.
So…we met at our neighborhood McDonald’s on one of his days off.
My mother dropped us off so she could get a gander. He immediately won her over with his politeness and good humor.
Ok. Good. Passed the mama check. 😉
He was as fun and animated as he had been in our chats. My nervous self was definitely still present and accounted for, but had rarely banished itself to the background so quickly!
Part of what warmed me was that he became a kid with the kids, an avid listener to their tales( which were extensive in those days, especially for my oldest!😊 ), and quite the clown to their delight.
He also handled every sensory- issue-laden order with ease, ensuring Elijah’s burger was absolutely pickle-free, Timothy had his root beer, and Sarah had her usual pile of ketchup packets.
As if he had always been there doing this very thing with me.
I kept waiting for the bubble to burst. Fearing it. It always happened, after all.
Yet…it never did.
Our sweet Sarah, blunt autistic beauty she was at just 6 and still is at nearing 15, assessed the situation with a moment that is still one of the richest in our family history.
She slid in between us in the booth at one point, slipped an arm around us each, and with all the seriousness she could muster, stated the facts:
“You two on a date. You two gonna get married.”
Of course, we each laughed nervously, blushed like mad, and I think would’ve liked to have hidden under the table.
Her older brothers each had raised a brow then but did not comment. They were still in that boyish “eww-romance?” phase.
And yet…here we are. More than eight years later. 😊
The night continued on in that same homey vein.
On so many points, though each of our stories had their own unique struggles and joys, we could match experiences.
Rough childhoods and painful rejections. Awkwardness, failures and triumphs in carving out places for ourselves.
Where I had struggled in abuse, abandonment and seeking self-worth in relationships, his foster care beginnings had led him to addiction,theft, and some youthful years locked up.
Yet, for us both, the best of what we could share was our respective new lives reborn in the Son.
When at last it was time to take our reluctant leave, Sarah begged for a piggyback ride on the stroll back to our nearby apartment. She was obviously officially sold. 😏
The boys were also chatty and playful. They may’ve been “eww-romance” but they were also loving having a guy around to bounce their superhero discussions off of.
And…me? I was… full of wonder.
At God’s astronomical providence.
His awesome love.
His astonishing attention to detail.
For He reaches through the messes we make of ourselves, plucks us up, and matches us with just who we need.
Not that all has been as easy as that, of course.
There have been falls from grace aplenty and graces extended once more.
I wish I could say our mutual hold on God had always kept us from spiralling into sin.
But, alas. I cannot. For we are human.
Banged-up, prone-to-sin humans.
For, the drawing together of so many scared and hurting souls naturally brings out the ache of scars and the risk of new wounds.
Both will press deep into the heart and bring emotions and wills to bear.
And…sometimes, we embrace the victory over sin He has given us…and sometimes, we don’t.
Without going to details best left to themselves, I will just say a bonus baby entered swiftly into the mix in our case.
He would be treasured, to be sure.
But, he was coming before we were ready, bringing us to a painful and needed place of repentance, reminding us of both the vulnerabilities and the joys of being human.
For there are so, so many of both, my friends.
And I could’ve either shrugged it off as “just the way of the world” or swept it under the rug unacknowleged altogether.
Or else lingered in the shame of taking His gift to me and misusing it.
I still could.
But, then, what would that say for His tender mercies to us?
That which indeed are new every morning.
Not at all that they should ever be taken advantage of!
But, neither should they not be allowed to do their miraculous healing work in our hearts.
So…we were set to marry as it was but the ceremony was somewhat hastened with this turn of events.
Still, it was beautiful. A bringing together of us all under one umbrella kind of beautiful.
And, indeed, what a beautiful way He has of taking the splotches our fumbling hands create on the sketchpad of living and etching out masterpieces!
For, here we all stand, over eight years later, a testament to His amazing grace.
With so many more stories than I could ever fill these online pages with.
Suffice to say, in my myriads of current struggles, this is what my heart must stir itself to rest upon.
And, so, where there is so, so much more I could say, I will end on that note, dear friends.
It’s been fun to share these tidbits with a new audience.
If you find yourself wanting more of this testimony in greater detail, I will fight my usual tendency to break out in a rash on salesmanship at this point. 😏
Here is a link to my book from a few years ago:
I don’t know what God will do here. Don’t know if this is a resurgence of my work or just a rebirth of the joy in sharing it.
Either way, it’s in His hands. 😊
At any rate, thanks so much for joining in on this reading journey with me! Blessings and prayers! ❤