Even though I've asked thee many times, and thou hast answered, I've never understood. What was it? What word did God speak to thee? What purpose did He bestow upon thee that thou wouldst depart the dusty red plains of the upper Volta, leaving thy father and thy mother and thy people for the bewildering promise of sinful America?
I know that the departure rent thy noble heart asunder. I know thy tears flowed like Portland rain when thou didst contemplate the life left behind. And yet, thou didst come.
And here was I: clumsy, angst-ridden man. Good-hearted, yes, but half-defeated and foolish, foolish, foolish. Stumbling along, blindly, knowing nothing, hoping for the best.
I did not choose thee. Such effrontery is not among my many faults. It was thou who chose me. And in so doing, breathed new purpose into my life.
Perhaps thy reasons for coming are between God and thee, another mystery that must remain beyond my ken. So be it.
My only hope, on this, our third anniversary, is that this humble, well-intended but unmarked life that I offer thee can fulfill the promise that He made, can assuage the anguish of thy sacrifice.
All my love, now and forever.
Beautiful and meaningful words my brother. Happy Anniversary to you and Maty!!
May you enjoy many many more years of love and happiness.
Like Luther said, and you know, "there is simply nothing better than love" ...
I tried to congratulate you and Maty on you anniversary, but the computer ate my note. The twists and turns that bring two lives together are incredible at times. My husband also left family behind, and it does imbue a sense of awe. I wish you both the best! Felicitaciones!
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