I got up early this morning to drop a friend off at the airport. I came home, sat down on the living room couch, and, with my steaming caramel decaf coffee in hand, opened my Bible to a passage in Romans where I read for a bit. I prayed about all sorts of things. As it often happens on mornings like this, I soon discarded my cup of coffee, laid down, and drifted off to sleep.
I dreamt I was at my wedding, waiting in the bridal suite. My mom was there, along with three or four of my best friends, bridesmaids, of course. I wore a long, slim, perfectly white gown covered in lace from neck to toe, but sleeveless and quite elegant. I carried lilies in my arm. I should have been happy. But I was about to marry the wrong man. Everyone expected me to marry him, this perfect mystery man, and everyone was excited but me. I was in love with someone else; him not-so-perfect, but him I loved and knew I was supposed to be with, for the happiness of us both.
I awoke from this dream, this discovery, still feeling the unease of the expectations and my near mistake, and also the joy of finally acknowledging a secret truth. Knowing who holds your heart is something worth fighting for, worth altering your life for, even sometimes worth waiting for. I don't know what happened next in the dream- whether I fought for him or ended up waiting for him- but I'm certain I left it all behind for him because I couldn't imagine it any other way-- two hearts nearly lost one another, once finally found each other.
Love is a risk, whether you keep it or not. There may be fatalities. The potential reality of this is startling.
Everything worth keeping comes through dying;
Love has come, love has come for you.
~Sandra McCracken
6.15.2011
6.11.2011
Be soon to sight,
Your loving eyes.
Be kind, reverence, kind
Toward loving mine.
Be soft and light
As touching fair;
Be always strength
As holds me there.
Be nearer now
Than yesterday,
Be always drawing
Closer, pray-
Be always mine?
See, take my hand-
Mine always light
And loving, grand.
Be simple, noble,
Sweet reverent charm.
Be with me, be
My strong, strong arm.
Your loving eyes.
Be kind, reverence, kind
Toward loving mine.
Be soft and light
As touching fair;
Be always strength
As holds me there.
Be nearer now
Than yesterday,
Be always drawing
Closer, pray-
Be always mine?
See, take my hand-
Mine always light
And loving, grand.
Be simple, noble,
Sweet reverent charm.
Be with me, be
My strong, strong arm.

