Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Still Dancing!

His hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves
by the water streams,
His mouth is sweetness itself;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, 
this is my friend
Songs 5 

He had thick Afro-like hair, blue eyes, a black shirt with burn-out stripes and peach colored pearl buttons, gold velvet bell bottoms and black suede boots with heels. I was 18 years old and he had just had his 21st birthday when that Sicilian asked this Irish girl to dance.

That was 43 years ago today.

John was the quiet type but we talked for hours. That has not changed. The bell bottoms are history so is that shirt except in memory. But here we are still magic for each other from across a room or a continent.

God has done it. He has thrown the weight of His love and grace into the three way covenant of our marriage. It has made all the difference. You might expect that the One "in whom all things consist" the One who flung the stars, moons and planets out into the void and told them to stay put, that One could govern and protect two souls locked in a love-orbit. 

I found out fast that John was not much of a dancer. We remedied that little deficiency some years later. He was, however, the stuff legendary husbands are made of when Christ is the example being imitated.

We are blessed beyond a language to express it.
Our Father is still throwing us a banquet.

We are still dancing

Still friends. 

(Afro is no longer with us either)



  1. It is one of the great pleasures of life to watch true love.

  2. I cannot believe we have been a part of each others lives for so many years. To watch how God has worked in yours and John's lives, blessed, melted and molded you both into wonderful vessels through which His spirit flows to the "least of these" - this is a successful marriage. This is the blessing of God. This is a love known only to those who have endured. "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. . ." Song of Solomon 6:3