“What a mess.” I muttered about the messy kitchen table covered with groceries that had been purchased that morning. I folded up the receipts and made my way to the file that contained all of the receipts for that month. The folder in front caught my eye. It made me stop in my haste to get things done . . .
The folder labeled Allison contained every letter that I wrote to Luke during our courtship and engagement. I smiled when I saw that he had saved even the simplest notes that said nothing more than, “Have a good night. I love you, my handsome man. ~Yours” I unfolded one of the longer letters. Observing the date, I realized that the letter had been written days before Luke proposed. No doubt, it was written right after the Lord broke me, brought me to the end of myself, and forced me to obey His voice in something that I had resisted for over a year.
Luke was the one that I had finally run to, blurting out everything that I had hid inside for those long months, and weeping on the shoulder of the most understanding man any girl could ever hope to be loved by. This letter merely tried to express my thanks to him as I wrote, “Now I feel helpless; unable to explain how grateful I am for all that you have done. Maybe if I loved you with everything I have until the day I die . . . then maybe I could communicate a small portion of everything that is in my heart. Never let me forget all that our Lord has done . . . ~Your Adoring Girl"
I refolded that pages of the letter and placed it back in its neat little folder. “Oh Lord, I am so prone to forget. So prone to wander. So prone to complain despite everything that You have done and all that You have saved me from.
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