Lover Come Back

People say that Spring is the season of Love. Well, some people do, probably. But, does June count as Spring? Because if not, then Summer is the name of the game.

Recently two of my dearest friends have become acquainted in that jonesing kind of way. Which is lovely because I love them both very much, and they have flirted with the idea for a long, long, LONG time. It’s reassuring to hear that the pains of both of them are coming to fruition. It’s delightful that they may have found in one another what they, for all I can tell, would never have found in anyone else.

And it has been a season of love for me as well. As the thoughts of a Certain Someone have faded, sometimes violently, I’ve come to discover a new found peace and joy in God. Being who I am and what I am right now is valuable. And the gifts He gives are wonderful and I mean that literally: full of wonder. I don’t know how all this works out. I don’t know what this is preparing me for. But as I’ve said before and probably will again, God is at work. And it may not be for years and years that I know the answer to why and how and what, if ever. But I know enough to know that He is definitely filing everything into His plan. I know enough, I’ve been granted enough wisdom, to want to be whatever He asks of me, and that is the dearest, most vulnerable, and truest kind of love. Because I know I can trust Him, and that He will continue to take care of me as He has always done, whether I knew it or not.

He seeks. He gives. He chastises. He edifies. He redeems. He covers. He forgives. He comforts. He provides. He sustains. He grants wisdom. He is jealous. He is not fooled. He is not satisfied with idle recitations, but with real devotion. He romances. He doesn’t have to. But He romances . . .

Love is in the air, friends. And more importantly, in the life.

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