Almost a year now. I didn't think I would be in tears for almost 11 months, but I was. Longer than a pregnancy. Maybe that's aptly put, since it's given birth to a new life. A pastor I met had given a sermon about idolatry. About pursuing health and wealth as idols, which had me pondering .. at what point do normal desires becomes idolatry, and then .. afterwards, thinking about the idolatry of fear as well.
I had approached him afterwards, and had mentioned to him in the church – “that it was a difficult message to swallow. “ .. I think I said something like “try telling that to someone who is sick” …and then later, after walking around the block and meditating on it for a bit, I went back. I had shared with him that .. “admittedly, I was a bit cynical about some of your message .. and yet my thoughts trouble me."
"Well, what woman would find a husband who is sick and broke a suitable marriage candidate?” - I remember asking him. It was refreshing, in that I could have a honest dialogue with a man that struck me as unassuming, and genuine. Not even 5 minutes later, after talking with him in the church - I met an elderly woman and struck up a conversation with her. She had beautiful blue gray eyes like my former love. At some point, I asked her how she met her husband.
"He was sick in bed, in the hospital, and I was his nurse" - she says. Classic. Life’s big messages, in little moments.
