Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Sneaking Away to Type

Valentine's ages ago ....

The rice awaits to be cooked. It beckons with the smells of dinner simmering downstairs. Yet something propels me to write. Dash to the keys that know the dance with my fingers. Can I post in 5 minutes. While the smells simmer, can I gather to write about the one the rice boils for ...

My story. Our story. The frost of February reaches even our home in Arizona. The month of love to adorn my word for the year, loveprints. How a master creator, knit our lives together. Ryan, little King, and Sarah, princess, married, united, a mystery portrait of His love enwrapped in ours.

Picture a crowded church. A nervous young women at the age of 19 for the first time gathers the children on crowded steps on the front of the church to share simply a message for their little hearts. A thousand or more adults peer from their polished pews as she shares. My nerves almost caused me to cancel. I fought on, with a little nudge from my Jesus knowing that I would meet someone that night. I did. He heard me. He was one of the 1,000.

Very soon thereafter, the he became a regular fixture around everything I served. He joined our college small group. He began to teach Sunday school with the 5th and 6th graders in my classroom. The campus ministry, his face appeared. He says the first time he heard me pray, he was overwhelmed. I had no idea what God was doing. I chose not to see. I looked away.

Then one day in the midst of my time alone, tucked in scripture time, conversation and prayer, a whisper to my heart from my Abba. He simply said that Ryan was the one. Fear tried to take hold. I refused and with simple boldness remarked with a gleam in my eye. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. I know you too well. But if this really is from you then I don't have to do anything. In fact I could do everything to stop it and it would still happen." Then I continued on with my life, blind to the happenings around me and the workings of my heart.

I had never dated. Boys in high school didn't seem too interested in the 'most likely to succeed' 5' 10" girl. In college, they came out of hiding. Everywhere they seemed to be standing with flowers, notes, an invitation to dates that I thought were for everyone in the group. Naive. Simple. Afraid. Any time a friend would become interested, I simply would drop the friendship with the poor boy with a resounding thud.

Hence the blinders, lovingly placed by my Abba Daddy to protect me from seeing.
Ahhh 5 minutes ticked by. The rice beckons ....

11 comments:

Heather said...

how sweet!

cowgirlwannabe said...

Arent you glad you listened to God? Happy Valentines Day.

Unknown said...

he he he! i'm sure your dinner was delicious - thanks for wetting our appetite with HIS love story written just for the two of you!

xoxox jill

Linda said...

It's a lovely story Sara. I hope you find a few more "5 minutes" and continue it. I just love a good love story :)

The Unknowngnome said...

Lovely life story indeed.

"Dash to the keys that know the dance with my fingers." - this is poetry.

Peace.

Bekah said...

Thank you for this post. My memory verse for this half of the month is Ephesians 1:17, which says, "I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better." I've prayed for years for God to send my husband to me...to begin writing that chapter of my life. And I am reminded to keep asking...for God to give that man, wherever he is, wisdom and revelation so that we can come together as a couple to know HIM even better. Thank you for reminding me that He is at work even when I can't see. I needed that today!

Andrea said...

I love this! :) Sweet!! :)

Kay K said...

Such a sweet post ....

Denise said...

Beyond sweet.

Sharon said...

You can't stop here...I want more details. :)

I loved this post - so sweet. And it encouraged me as I pray for whoever God is preparing for my sons to marry.

Thanks. GOD BLESS!

Amy said...

What a great story! There are parts of this story I can relate to . . . Sounds like a wonderful beginning:)