Early on in our relationship, Bill would present me with fancy jewelry for a special occasion like a birthday or anniversary. Usually his taste was a tad “blingy” and I would either return it for something less flashy, or it would make its way to a nice drawer for storage after an acceptable time of wear.
Over time he caught on and figured out my style, or lack thereof.
I prayed this morning a plea from my aching heart:
“God give me something from him…a word…something…please.”
This day has been unexpectedly difficult. I guess I thought since it wasn’t his birthday, I was going to be just fine, and have been emotionally unprepared for the sadness that has risen to the surface to destroy any celebration.
How naive I am.
I know the upcoming anniversary in December is already met with sadness even though it is month’s off on the calendar. In prep I have a plan in place to battle the anticipated sadness.
But today, God, knowing I was going to struggle when I was clueless, met me on my path.
I spot the gold object near my feet as I jogged along the shoulder of the road, trying to keep clear of oncoming morning traffic. At first glance I think it is a gold ribbon.
But taking a play from Moses and the burning bush, I turn and walk back for a closer look.
It was a gold chain.
I pick it up and investigate it for damage, wondering if someone accidentally lost this prized possession. It is bent up in multiple places.
I unzip my handheld storage/water bottle to place it in there…
When I notice an inscription circling the entire necklace:
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I look at the gaudy, gold object and smile. This would be something Bill would have eyed at a jewelry store, I am sure of it.
The message was exactly what I needed, convinced it was from Bill himself.
Thank you Lord.