January 15th

Betrayal.
                                                          Confession.
Anger.
                                                          Remorse.
Agony.
                                                          Repentance.
Anguish.
                                                          Redemption.
My eyes were opened.
                                                          His eyes were opened.


                    Brokenness.


January 15th, long past.


The day our marriage fell apart, when the sun refused to shine.

                               The day our marriage began, when the Son began to shine.

The night that light and snow claimed darkness
                                                   and shone beams up to heaven.

                 The night that Light and blood claimed Darkness and shone
        Love into heaven,
                                a place prepared.


January 15th, when the rebuilding began.


First, the Father. And the Spirit. And the Son.
Then the two that are one.
Not just me. Or him. Not just him and me.
But Him in me, and Him in him.
And then the two are three,
And the three are one.


Walking together, living life full and not empty.

Life with meaning, life with purpose.

Days past and days to come.

Until death.



Recommitted.
                                                           Reborn.
Hoping.
                                                           Learning.
Healing.
                                                           Loving.
Helping.                              
                                                           Leading.
Walking with God.
                                                           Walking with God.


           Hopelessly in love.


Beautiful, horrible, wonderful January 15th.

I will be forever grateful for you.